Glass Houses They cast the stones to fly ready to shatter the world blinded by reflections on the surfaces they see a world of glass houses each breath one step from heartbreak a grief that comes for us all after so much wasted time and so much like the bell that cannot be unrung what … Continue reading Glass Houses #MondayBlogs
Writing
Self-Soothing
Comfort no longer comes from community occupying a space of isolation but instead must be found in the silence within rituals soothe us through the empty hours lifting our hearts along the way - Caroline A. Slee
Cocoon
Thoughts on the Desiderata
Fading Eyes #MondayBlogs
Thoughts on endings and change
Upheaval #MondayBlogs
Forging ahead
A Porch Light #MondayBlogs
A Porch Light What guides us home through the darkness is the brightness that shines across the miles a porch light to warm us to pull at our hearts a beacon to call us through rough terrain a lighthouse for home a balm against life's fire a comfort for our battered hearts - Caroline A. … Continue reading A Porch Light #MondayBlogs
Another Springtime #MondayBlogs
In another springtime the bees stumbled through the lilacs as the cottonwoods shaded the sun In that other springtime lawn mowers played the soundtrack to every Saturday morning as the parks filled with chatter In some other springtime laughter was an easy sound overlooked and automatic a punctuation to joy or silliness In another springtime … Continue reading Another Springtime #MondayBlogs
An Empty Chair
The view is waiting for the eyes that watch it as sunrise climbs over aching beauty the wind sends waves across the sky as an empty chair greets the morning and the view remains unseen - Caroline A. Slee
Blind Mountain
Blind Mountain The proverbial mustard seed did not transform the hatred of hearts into anointed souls though it could have given half the chance The mountain still stands unmoved, impossible for what they profess as love has been a curse a civil war between neighbors rather than the sole commandment They speak hatred and preach … Continue reading Blind Mountain
City Girl
City Girl I've never been a city girl thrilling to the crush of crowds energized by the noise and rush of traffic-laden streets and busy sidewalks I visit and join the madness an around-the-clock hustle to the next urgent task but find myself longing for darkness at night and quieter days I will never be … Continue reading City Girl