Poetry, storytelling and song writing are members of the same family. I have a deep appreciation for the literary arts and believe that creative writing whatever its form, render a fleeting glimpse, a snippet of insight into the author’s inner world. To live an unexamined life is our greatest travesty and consequently we cannot grow as we are intended to without putting ourselves under a compassionate lens of scrutiny. Writing can do this by giving us a strategy to crystallize those fleeting thoughts and emotions that so often elude clarity and self knowing. Journaling, writing poetry can be a catharsis in this process leading to a new awareness of whom and what we are, warts and all. The journey of self discovery ultimately opens the door to the spiritual growth and evolution we so richly deserve.
We Don’t Say Goodbye
“Only in the agony of parting do we look into the depths of love”~ George EliotSilent tears of gratitude wait for the distance.Stoic heartfelt hugs,whisper lovingly of bonds that defy time and spacecherishing this kinship connection.Joyous snapshot moments creating memories [...]
Connected
“Throughout our lives we long to love ourselves more deeply and to feel connected with others. Instead, we often contract, fear intimacy, and suffer a bewildering sense of separation. We crave love, and yet we are lonely. Our delusion of [...]
Eighty-Four Problems
First Noble Truth of Buddhism: “Life is suffering.” When life veers off the rails shunting us to detours unplanned, lessons imposed without instruction, stumbling in confusion, morphing into chaos battling for control, losing, conceding to despair, cursing fate; suffering. [...]
Lucky In Love
“And think not you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course”. ~ Khalil Gibran I’ve been lucky in lovewhen I kept the door openwaited for whispersmessage unspoken, Letting go of needinesswithout hesitation,trusting abundancethe [...]
The Drop In My Drink
“Save water, it will save you later” The drop in my drink has been on amazing journeys. It has been through the darkest caves and the strongest currents. It whizzed down water falls and it’s always fresh. My drop [...]
She Finds Her Stride
A clear cold Canmore day,dusting of fresh snowpaints a pristine visual;sunny distractionfor eager eyes,a heavy heart. Silence permeates the air conspicuous, not uneasy,yet silent still. Destination Calgary,chemo for Michelle, round two. Softly weeping,her gaze locks on horizons undefined; I reach for her hand, [...]