Magnetism

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

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

Currents

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

Clive Barker #FridayPhilosophy

A bit of spookiness for your Friday! “Everybody is a book of blood; wherever we’re opened, we’re red.” - Clive Barker

Early Company

These early morning awakenings - The 4 a.m. starting times - used to be coffee and silence and words on the page now the alarm sets the day running I tumble from the bed and my shadows follow behind chattering at me setting a watch over me welcoming the day at my side - Caroline … Continue reading Early Company

Focus

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

Once Remembered

Photo by Ann Nekr on Pexels.com All blank slates and empty eyes once filled with fire drift closed to seek rest and calm - Caroline A. Slee

Whittling

We start out complete solid as time begins the clock and life sets to work carving molding hollowing out our hearts - Caroline A. Slee