Less than a year ago, I began this journey in writing. I have grown through it and because of it; actually that part is inevitable, if I don't continue to grown then I die. And maybe that is the point. As human beings we must never stop growing and learning. Stopping is the end. Thank …
Tag: dreams
Moonday, Moonday
I am too tired to really do my beloved forum justice this week, but I feel bad letting a Moonday go by without a post. This past week, I have done a lot of resting and reflecting after an impromptu trip to Florida Hospital. I was the youngest person in the cardiac observation unit, a …
Bicycle Zen
Dew not yet dry as we roll down the street rolling, gliding, flowing our way through the morning rush, hardly noticed at all by traffic beeping and buzzing without thought hardly noticed at all, until we stop and wait entering and exiting their domain with push, a pedal Down goes the pedal, pushing pumping towards …
With a little faith… and love
We move through our lives grateful and present in the moment with faith and love wisdom grows and we are reborn
A Good Man… A Good Soul…
Over the weekend, I learned of the death of one of the men at my church. I didn't know him well, but he was the type of person who exuded warmth and love for his fellow-man. The type of person who brought joy into a room. For the last two years, my attendance has been …
Once Upon A Time: Reborn (A Review)
Review of Murder of Crows by Edward Medina Available for the Kindle at Amazon.com Once upon a time has been reborn and re-engineered to perfection with the latest offering of Edward Medina. Murder of Crows is a classic waiting for the rest of the world to realize it. There is a lyrical quality to Medina’s …
Dancing My Way Back to Myself
When I was a wee rose bud, I wanted to be a dancer. It didn't matter what kind; I just wanted to move to music. It also didn’t matter what the music was so long as there was rhythm to it. Momma taught the jitterbug and the twist in the living room to all of us. It was …
A Poet’s Heart
My poetic heart has come back to life, With your sweet touch and gentle kiss, An old light comes back with new love, Through perfection is not your grace, And no love is free of trouble, The joy of your coming, shall remain forever with me, Even if you should leave.
For My Sisters…
For my sisters around the world... You need to hear this, remember it and learn from it. You may think what I am about to say is too harsh that there is a more delicate way to put what it. There is, but being gentle and hiding behind euphemisms has only created more victims. …
Do I want?
Do I want to feel you against me? Yes, and so much more..... Do I want to taste you? Yes, and so, so much more. I want things I cannot name for fear of going over the edge which sailors once dreaded plunging into exotic realms places forbidden by customs called Morality.
Lucinda Rose 