Gnawing

I’m gnawing on possibilitythe suggestion that my dabblingcould amount to something What? my gut protestsreminds me of limitationsphysical constraints But I’ve had room to breatheand resources at handand creativity, expansive dwells in possibilitynibbles at suggestionsmind scrabbles to find excuses – laundry,a drawer that needs sortingbut the door has opened and I’m seeing a patha way […]

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In Essence, Human

My faith is goat steady – surefooted in rocky times – I keep her within sight, safely separated. Store her with potential – mountain lion persistent – set them on the other side of vision – lock myself away. It’s the tigress in my heart that unsettles me the most – certain by her pacing […]

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Green

Moments like this, possibility spreads out like a vibrant valley – limitations blurred – A harmonic tapestry.

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Interior Motives

Mother lives in me – her hopes and fears now embodied in my choices, this guilt borne of her suffering… and her mother – who laboured often with unwelcome toil, her only respite widowhood – it’s her legacy I bear. Potential – who once appeared with all the radiant charm of youth, exists within, also, […]

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Criticism Be Gone!

I was forty before I could finally ask my mother about her constant criticism of me growing up.   We were alone together, in the car, driving out of town.  I had her undivided attention. “Help me to understand, something,” I prefaced the conversation.  “When I was young, you always told me no one would ever […]

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