cautionary tales.

So here’s what happened. My beloved was standing at the stove, cooking our breakfast at 7:00 A.M. on Sunday morning because apparently I’m the kind of person who has a beloved and lets someone cook for me and enjoys waking up very early – even on Sunday mornings. I was relaxing, drinking coffee, and scanning … More cautionary tales.

now what.

I’ve come to understand life as a cyclical thing. Perhaps there is no finer keeper of cycles than Mother Nature herself – from the changing of seasons and tidal currents and planetary rotation, to the decomposition of organic matter as a means of calling forth new life…Momma Earth knows how to orchestrate undeniable beauty by … More now what.

once a cheater.

His irritation was palpable – I could all but smell the annoyance emanating like cartoon smoke off his skin. His being pissed off pissed me off. We drove home in silence, never outwardly acknowledging our respective animosity. I couldn’t bring myself to ask what was wrong. I knew what was wrong. And the fact that … More once a cheater.

sugar sugar.

*Disclaimer: In the spirit of ‘no weird looks over the Thanksgiving table,’ I am offering any relatives or associates who do not want to know about my, uhum, “personal” life the chance to TURN BACK NOW. You’ve been warned.* Is this lust, a crush, love, none of the above? Is this absurdly inappropriate or does … More sugar sugar.

happiest I’ve [n]ever been.

I’m existing in the holiest of spaces. Sometimes, my body doesn’t know what to do with all the happiness, though I’m not sure ‘happiness’ is an altogether reliable description. Synonyms of the word happiness include: pleasure, merriment, cheeriness, and glee…which are certainly applicable, but only sometimes. Like when I’m laughing hard enough to produce tears … More happiest I’ve [n]ever been.

loves me not.

My sister, my beloved, sent this to me last week with undeniably sweet intention. She knows the language my heart speaks – the undercurrent of emotion running deep beneath my surface. She sees in me what I see in her: the spirit of a seeker, a soul on a homeward path, a woman of depth … More loves me not.

yes, yes.

(Lake Michigan – March 2017) Lately, words are not moving through me easily. Or probably more accurately, I’m having too much fun to spend my free time in front of a computer screen. The weather broke. The woods call me home. Spring is a baptism. My sisters, my brothers, my nephew, my mother and father…I … More yes, yes.