Voices

Inundated with hateful crimes,copycat killers on the prowl,injustice for the underserved,hear the voices screaming loud,and while they are, remember yours, not the one prescribed by others, listen to what moves your heart, listen to that whispering river. Emily ©

Warmth

Big changes for me, closing chapters Sad day for me, but focusing on others The ones still here; the ones that love me, all sides been through the fires and our hearts are entwined Friendships with lifelong wisdom, offering who I am and not being rejected Not anxious to be in places I’m not meant…

The Human Condition

Today I listened, I felt the culmination of what it would’ve meant for a man to be without treatment, saw the worry on his face, the sadness in his eyes, felt the purity of honesty in his speech, his willingness and need to feel human connection, like a sponge needs water, this man has been…

Revelations

I was calm in the car today. I didn’t cry as I drove home, and as I started to think of why that could be, I felt a sense of empowerment and relief. I know I’m not the easiest person to deal with sometimes, and those are the thoughts that sometimes swirl for far too…

Pummeled

Two years ago a boy washed up on the shore, his picture circulating as a reminder that forgetting was not a luxury we could have of the tragedies others face while we lie comfortable in our beds, while we hug our families and have no fear of being separated, ripped apart, but because we don’t…

Luna and Early Morning Thoughts

Luna woke me up again, she’s our honorary infant, she needs a lot of attention and doesn’t like being alone in the living room where her tree is, yet she won’t jump up on the bed and snuggle with any of us either, so what is required to get her calmed down is a little…

Walls

Choose better… Stop searching your soul finding meaning where there’s none. Believe someone’s words when they keep their mouth shut. Don’t climb high walls with moats built around, unless a bridge or a rope is offered. And if it is, may they let it stay, let the walls start to fade, as each sees the…

One of “Those” People

A very recent encounter inspired this. A) How is someone gonna comment on art being on your own wall? B) Don’t start talking about someone and label them “one of those people”. You could be talking to someone who is.

Second Life

Leaving Mormonism after being devout all my life, left me floundering in some ways to find my identity, but after a little over a decade, I’m happy with where the search is taking me.