The sea within me dreams of the sky stretching upward to return to the moon the sea within me is set aglow pulled into the cycle that shapes the nights the sea within me dreams of the sky rising to the heavens on the moon’s tide - Caroline A. Slee


History on my feet fallen empires from peasantry to couture the steps of seven centuries shifting time all in the name of health - Caroline A. Slee

Spice and Shift

Even the air carried a new scent as the wild in us returns ready to run the woods and howl at the moon in season shift and autumn’s energy - Caroline A. Slee

Do Not Disturb #MondayBlogs

I guard my sleep as though my life depended on it setting a watch powering down beginning a ritual well in advance I set guardians at the gate an aggressive do not disturb waving a sign for all to stay away as my body seeks healing restoration I guard my sleep like riches buried away … Continue reading Do Not Disturb #MondayBlogs


The currents tug at us landlocked and surrounded setting us into a spin sending us drifting every which way finally rocking us to lullaby sleep - Caroline A. Slee

At the Forge

Photo by Tima Miroshnichenko on At the Forge All that lasts is not made through fair skies and calm seas but through steel and fire and laboring hours we leave our former selves as ghosts of the past ashes that remind us of all that we were - Caroline A. Slee

The Path Chosen

It may be more difficult a steeper grade a strenuous climb but the views exhilarate and the accomplishment gives us light feet as we continue to journey a path others will not take - Caroline A. Slee


Heartbeat to breath and breath to calm the body creates a space to heal from the day mind becomes background anxiety’s endless chatter before the steady flow of the body taking its time - Caroline A. Slee

Counted in Hours #MondayBlogs

Each day set in blocks hours unrolling a bumpy path of single steps Each day just a touch more than can be done counting in hours as time runs out Tasks compound an exponential growth always more waiting behind the present moment And our days unroll hour and minutes gone moments in a life overloaded … Continue reading Counted in Hours #MondayBlogs

Right of Reply

Photo by cottonbro on Words are thrown without caution thoughtless and cavalier and we wait our right of reply the high road just another way to make ourselves invisible learning to leave the last word unspoken when ears will not receive it - Caroline A. Slee