It can be oh, so well-appointedor sparse and lonely and blandwe paint it with our thoughtssplashing color and destruction as we go. We find it suddenly within us:the unanswered questionsthe midnight awakeningsand every anxious gasp of air. The waiting placewaits for each of uson the painful roadsthat lead to discovery once more ~ Caroline A. … Continue reading The Waiting Place
self care
Rituals #wwwblogs
There is always a spooky magic to be feared those mystic rituals that invoke terror ~ All whispered in rumors hyped in suggestion a hint that witches might live among us ~ Ritual is practice simplicity itself the small ceremony we have to create joy: The morning coffee, the quiet hours, the blank pages filled … Continue reading Rituals #wwwblogs
Harbors
We wander, seeking Our purpose shelter and calm As the world becomes dangerous Once more We see the next pyres Being built for our kind Set our sails, hide beyond the horizon We seek the safe harbor We have never known ~ Caroline A. Slee
Now or Never #MondayBlogs
There is no tomorrow No guarantee What must be Is now Is in the moment we breathe There is no tomorrow No future made real But a present We shape and hold There is no tomorrow But this very breath Filled with dreams and action and the life we create ~ Caroline A. Slee
Louise Hay #FridayPhilosophy
“No person, no place, and no thing has any power over us, for 'we' are the only thinkers in our mind. When we create peace and harmony and balance in our minds, we will find it in our lives.” —Louise L. Hay
Spaces
The ghosts of childhood live In the extremes Those spaces below ground Or the narrows above us The slow build of horror Within hearth and home The baggage of regret Of before Of once upon a time Collecting dust In basements and attics Monsters living rent-free Among those memory boxes Following us to every new … Continue reading Spaces
Heavy Clouds
The morning becomes a symphony of pain With cymbals crashing behind my eyes As the headache builds to a crescendo I seek the calm of breath, my own movement to legato Punctuated by uncomfortable intrusions My mind feels covered Enveloped in heavy clouds That will never let the rain fall And I wish for rest … Continue reading Heavy Clouds
Only Moments
We seek the next: Moment, event, day As if those sands do not slide swiftly through the hours We waste breath and time Longing for the unknown Wishing ourselves into a tomorrow we do not want With every present moment We remain in motion Transporting ourselves endlessly on to the next If we only would … Continue reading Only Moments
The Poetry of Irritation
The endless countdown of insomnia whispering the hours of rest ahead if I only "go to sleep now" Drowning in the early hours by neighboring chain saws and leaf blowers Idle wishes that spellcraft could transform me waking dreams of hibernation and life in a remote forest cave The clash of arguing teens, at unholy … Continue reading The Poetry of Irritation
Routine #MondayBlogs
After months of poetry, I thought I might just have a conversation with everyone today. 😉 It's a vast understatement to say that we have been living in unprecendented times. The times are also stressful, uncertain, terrible for mental health, anger-inducing, and really baffling. Yes, I am one of those people who wonders at all … Continue reading Routine #MondayBlogs