Whimsical Animal Art and Magical Mind Tricks for Joy
A sharp stone. A dull blade. A longing to stay and a need to go. Light and dark. Love and hate. More than I have now, but less I can pay late. The world swims in mercury pools of Duality. Bending to our every form, thick cold layers of silver doubt. Thrice she knocked on my door, and at the third rap, I finally heard
More and more I’m drawn to write. I can feel it, calling to me. Tugging at my shirt hem. A warm whisper drawing me near. A temptress that until now, only comes to call on my doorstep and rarely stays past tea. But I desperately want to make a home in my heart for writing. I want to snuggle into its velvet love-seat and find
Poplars awaken with the first crisp, life-giving breeze as Spring turns to Summer. Like winter snow, melted and racing down mountains into swollen rivers, Poplars hold the melting winter winds. And you can hear it. The constant break of the ocean As each leaf is pressed upon by the wind Dancing and spinning in all directions Anchored to the Earth by unyielding little fingers and
Scanning through social media, with nothing good to see. I keep checking it, checking it, as if I’m looking for a piece of me. I know it isn’t here, but I keep trying to fill up, This hole that gapes inside of me each day when I wake up. People try filling it with shopping, drinks, or drugs. People try filling it with people, screens,
Candles are lit, heat is pumping. Things have been stewing in the blackness of nothing. Now comes time for the breaking, burning, un-mending. Lean in. Breathe. Let the winds unravel you until you no longer resemble the thing that you Were. Lean in. Breathe. The solstice is coming. The darkest of nights. The solstice is coming, and bringing with it, the light. So go deep,
