Katharine Hepburn

Nothing like a rebellious woman in pants to focus upon for quotes on a Friday night. "Life is hard. After all, it kills you." The woman had a point here! 🙂 "If you always do what interests you, at least one person is pleased." "Love has nothing to do with what you are expecting to … Continue reading Katharine Hepburn

The Dance ~ #wwwblogs

We can find our way in the dark those sentinels stand tall obliterating stars calling out to us in a music that makes the blood rise with memories we have set aside Though we bury ourselves in logic and push our intuition aside there is a pulse keeping time inviting us into our own, old … Continue reading The Dance ~ #wwwblogs

We race against the moon Unafraid of the dark Shadows cast in milk white Light on rough ground We wear the shroud Of the night Hidden creatures Thrilling to the chase Building momentum Into a rush of speed Outrunning the wilderness Into the sky Stitching ourselves anew Out of the stuff of stars Looking for … Continue reading

Regal #MondayBlogs

A stop A moment Filled with nothing But senses Listening to the heartbeat Of the world Taking in all We cannot see We forget To look true And see depths Plainly in front The madness And the hurry Silencing the animal Living at the back of the mind We push down The dignity of the … Continue reading Regal #MondayBlogs

Rise

We rise once more Resurrected and imperfect Comfortable in our skin Hell a weighstation On the path to bliss Rich with blessings on the other side Eyes of judgment Face us every day While mouths shift sideways to talk The lies so transparent The emerge in tangible form Reckless words cast onto the page Our … Continue reading Rise

Chatter ~ #wwwblogs

There came a moment just a sense of quiet when the woman walked out of the confines of her own life and embraced the wild living within It was not a fight or a struggle but the end to both that gave the final push out of the ordinary and into home With each step … Continue reading Chatter ~ #wwwblogs

The New Doxology

Many Gods and Goddesses Were cast aside For the One Who soon became three Ancient ways fell to bleached beauty an alabaster past only spoken of in whispers New ways rose filled with demanding people shepherding crowds into a narrow path Within the new the old is living all recast into new bronze language shifted … Continue reading The New Doxology