Gratitude, Home, Love, Marriage, Truth

Making the Bed

I need it, the comfort of

a well-made bed. It marks

day from night, time

to sleep and time to wake

A made bed gives structure.

Order from chaos.

But he couldn’t care less, in fact

he likes it messy, likes to see

life as lived in. So

when I come home, drained from the day

and I see our bed made, which

he did, not me, I had left long before,

I don’t see a bed.

I don’t see a metaphor.

I don’t see a tidy house.

I see a gift. I see unconditional love.

Fun, Gratitude, Home, Questions, Truth

Rancho Mirage

Is this a dream, a hallucination, a

mirage wavering, watery with green grass

sparkling watery pools, fountains dancing,

palm trees bent by invisible hands, growing

leeward and then straight, sky bound?

This can’t be real. The world isn’t this good,

this pure happiness of beauty and calm

and perfect 79 degrees warm and sunny

doesn’t exist. But I am here.

Even if this melts into nothingness. I

am here, now, lost in the illusion of peace.

Chakra energy, Courage, Healing, Journeys, New Paths, Pain, Truth

Before You

I was triumphant then, flying

carried aloft newfound freedom.

I was abundant then, flowing

ripeness gushing open heart.

I was fearless then, unknowing

ignorant of pain, doubt.

I was bold and brash then, leaping

into brave new opportunities.

I am old and hurting now, limping

pains shooting in aching joints.

I am morose and moody now, knowing

you didn’t want me, not even at my peak.

I am fierce and fed up now, unwilling

to forget or stay silent or shrink.

And I will be me again, returning

to what was me before finding you.

A phoenix reborn.

A goddess healed.

Chakra energy, Childhood, Family, Friends, Gratitude, Healing, Home, Journeys, Love, Marriage, Miracles, People, Questions, Truth


Found family

Found homes, found loves, found past lives

Isn’t that the point?

Empathy, Heartbreak, Hope, Journeys, Love, Marriage, Pain, Questions, Truth

Paradise Delayed

Paradise delayed

Because you had to see if

One drink would matter.
It did. And now you’re

Lost again, cut off from me

And our family
And our love. Alone

A pale shadow of yourself.

Lesson learned yet?