Unspoken Peace

A stillness containing a subtle inhale and unspoken thoughts Cautious but magnetically pulled Moments larger than self Inquiring with ever-listening angels Intuition laced nudges holding power over reason Peace presented to comfort a waling heart Unexpected and welcomed Can my soul find healing in the moments where understanding is captured after being elusive for so

Rants and Randoms Pt 2

There are times when I have to write about random stuff…or whatever makes me smile….or question where the heck the thoughts are coming from. I clearly have so much (too much) fun by myself. Confusion: There is an “I” and “II” at the top of the newly installed toilet at work. Umm, is it a

O, just me huh

Have you ever just stopped to think, or rather been unsolicitedly overrun with thoughts about: Why does it seem so hard for people to acknowledge their feelings, and express it to that special someone? You know the warm inside, corny smile ones.   I mean, it seems like it’s far easier for people to acknowledge

I am calling you love

The urge…to talk to him but…I am unable The urge..to write because I am unable to talk..but I do not write..nor speak The urge…to write but I do not like the penmanship…so I sit here and type But I won’t type much because I really want to walk…but my legs are tired Walking and praying

present but still random

4:46 am.. The early a.m. rumblings of a garbage truck can be heard in the distance. Quickly, I’m reminded that the humans are stirring and maybe, just maybe, I should get some rest. 6 am becomes my lucky number to shut it down.  Hours have passed, and the candle still burns. My mental still churns

Did You Know….

Did you know… Love can be the perfect fuel to motivate you to do the tasks that you hate with a passion.. Like cleaning at the back of the toilet… Or mowing the lawn while salty, sweat sticks your hair to your forehead, just so your loved one can get a break… Did you know…

No rules writing …take that. Rebel

Have you ever had one of those moments when you wanted to write but Flatline ___^__^_____ almost got a pulse but ..nothing The urge is there but the focus or the topic just won’t come and remain grounded while the thought progresses into something coherent something beautiful something worth sharing So the cloud of frustration