Vulnerable or what.

Loneliness. Do all women my age feel it? Is it a middle aged symptom of well, being middle aged? Is it because pre -middle age I lived in a city or, is it because I am just unlikeable? Unfriendly? Weird? These are all the questions that pop up every now and again, a whiff of … Continue reading Vulnerable or what.

The Winter Owls

As I sit here upon my window ledge, the winter outside I see The outpost of the Sun has long been abandoned, not another soul walks the bleak street Is it the sighing of the glass I hear, does the rain really pain it so? And I wonder what those trees do feel, as the … Continue reading The Winter Owls

Green.

I am one. I am one of a trillion billion infinite stars. One energy. One unique and pure entity. Warm love. There is a peace within. A tranquil, undisturbed overgrown garden of life. Barely ever touched by the darkness of my thinking life. Of my thoughts in the life of which my external being exists. … Continue reading Green.

Discontented

A story written across the pages of my journal. Written with care and intention. Written away from prying eyes. I hide in my quiet place by the ocean when I write of you. The words seep effortlessly from within my mind where they float around like the winter leaves and stumble onto the pages before … Continue reading Discontented

ICEBERG AHEAD

Being controlled by internal belief systems formed by the external actions of others may look like:* Staying in unhealthy relationships for fear of being judged, ridiculed or told you’re making a mistake. That you’re being irrational. Out of control. Or that you will not cope. * Trying to please people all the time. Being afraid … Continue reading ICEBERG AHEAD

Friend

Pain is in all life. In all life is pain. Pain is the surface beneath the thin ice of feel on which we glide. Freely. Carelessly and willingly. A debt in which one is born already owing. Shackles gripped around our ankles for so long we are naively numb to the burden it bares.The lesson … Continue reading Friend