Note to Self – Let Not One.

Allow yourself to climb from the darkness and embrace light. Let not one tell you when you are standing on sacred ground and have healed. Decades are enough dear, and it is now time to wipe away the dust and ashes, and to reveal the beauty in your scars that have healed over. You have…

Yours. Truly.

The treehouse still stands on the edge of the sound, where the waves crash & tumble and the feathers are wrapped ’round dream catchers of the ancients, that once were lost now found. They tether their night terrors to the moon to reflect back to us as dreams at dawn, where the last hook is…

Memories Faded.

Automatic Writing Session, November 11th, 2017. Memories faded as you forgave me for sitting on the fence. The edge of reason becomes a balancing act, but most don’t have the stamina to hold out long enough to see that when you fall, you land safely amongst the trees; only to climb back up and try…