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Spoil Me

The word ‘spoil’ connotes negativity. Uh-uh!- not for me. I’ve never been enticed, nor impressed by material wealth. Where true riches lie are in those intangible moments and quality relationships that warm you up from the inside - you just can’t... Continue Reading →

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The Soul Search

Some soul journeys demand oblivion in wine and song - others demand self-reflection and deep musings But there are those journeys that travel along paths of words accompanied by whispers letting you know that it's never too early or late... Continue Reading →

A (Lovely) Day

Every morning is same..same...but different my eyes fly open..quick to embrace joy but only in a moment that hurries by -before the 'busy-ness' of Day bustles in -sweeping me up in its arms making me forget that the day itself... Continue Reading →

The ‘Now’

Step after step as I walk on the earth Hard, soft, wet or dry It's still the same and I can't fathom that one day I'll return to it I banish the thought and focus on the sun's warmth and... Continue Reading →

Journey of a Song

The journey of a song is without puzzle or deceit ...seeping between teeth ...falling away from pursed lips It may change in cadence and pitch but a melody remains true in that it never lies and a chorus echoes eternal... Continue Reading →

The Fearless

 Blessed are those who’ve been to hell and back -barefoot, they traverse hot coals and still stay on track Blessed are those who’ve been purified by fire -they are observed with glow in their aura -as they cycle through life... Continue Reading →

The Student

As he inches along the edges of his frayed soul he finds a student cross legged with a notebook ready for life's lessons As a bubbling ocean- life is a muddle without solution He learns that the joy of life... Continue Reading →

Another Wakeful Night

What do I see in my bed? little worries gathered by my head they cloud on pillows their groans- eerie billows determined to fill me with dread I plead for all to leave Alas, unto me they cleave determined to... Continue Reading →

Ninja- Me

on sure footing but sometimes I miss those egg-shells They trained me in stealth making me a ninja in 6-inch-heels tap-dancing through flames waltzing to the melody of chaos without a cracking spell those egg-shells gave sure me skills A... Continue Reading →

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