There is a box in my closet bound in ribbons of woe, pages of awakening, lessons of letting go. Ink stained by tears words scattered with lies, a game of deception and masterful disguise. It rests, for now in a cocoon of dark bliss, healing…
Slow down time says ticking on me. Let go space whispers crowding on me. Find focus eyes plead melting on me. Stop expecting mind races beating on me. Be love heart weeps bleeding on me.
There is nothing more liberating than clearing a room, or home, or office or 6500 square foot commercial property. So far in my life I can count the times I’ve moved on one hand – from my teenage bedroom to my first house, from that…
There’s a sound to letting go We see it in the singing violin across vacant fields The heartbeat of golden flickering lights Steel tipped arrows ricochet off shields And the stillness of hurricane nights There’s a sight to letting go It shows itself in the…
You are sunshine in darkness my beloved me. drying wept tears burning crept fears lighting lost years You dared greatly my beloved me. bathed in truth bullet proof never uncouth You leapt courageously my beloved me. wings in tow flight aglow in the letting go
We all face them…these great precipices in life. They challenge our might, test our will, provoke our desire. We stand at the top of our game, the peak of potential, the climax of our journey and often find ourselves wanting to jump, let go, reach…
In lieu of our usual topic of “letting go” please forgive my indulgence in a bit of “Why yes, thank you! I accept.” The Liebster Blog Award is bestowed upon “up and coming” bloggers who have connected with fewer than 200 followers. Thanks to fellow…
