Sundays, a time for a reboot A relaunch, a rebirth of sorts Of sorting out what to keep What to leave behind Photo by samane mohammadi on Unsplash The Sun is rising With both Moon and a Star still on the scene Each becoming more distant, The Moon and Star As the Sun moves in… Continue reading Sunday Sunrise
Woman is... Life giving and capable of life-changing gifts She is both poetry and song - calling out in wisdom what others cannot love She is strength wrapped up in vulnerability. Authentic and yet capable of true collaboration Woman… She's learned to dance alone, even when she screams for partnership She is light in dark… Continue reading Woman is…
I am her I am her I am her I am the middle-aged woman who knows a thing or two, but is still a student; learning and growing I am at an age where self-definition means: being willing to redefine myself over, and over, again I’m repurposing purpose, and reshaping my shape; while figuring out… Continue reading I Am Her
Why does the caged bird sing? Is she happy? Excited, although hers is a false security Is her song one of strength? Or, does she hum a tune that is truly blue? What may sound like singing May only be a song of resignation We think she is flapping her wings in exhilaration But maybe… Continue reading Why Does the Caged Bird Sing?