These Morning Pages

  These morning pages…. Allowing my mental to release before the sun has come up. It’s a refreshing way to start today. Beside me sits a hot cup of French Vanilla coffee. The flow of morning pages have no boundaries. Expressing what comes to mind and allowing it to flow. It doesn’t have to rhyme.

if why could be answered

She writes her Morning Pages. Opening up her soul’s mic, as she creates on the page. Slowly, venting in measured breaths. Too much too soon she won’t be able to close what should never have become so..high. Critical Mass. I watched her cry yesterday because there was no way she could hide the hurt in

Moments of our lives

The break was welcome. No clocking in, and working according to someone else’s requirements. Lounging and wearing sweats, while sipping coffee.. No obligations but to flow as the energy leads. The smiling faces of family, and the one who has my heart. Priceless time spent with each. It was a pleasant peace… An instant refresh…