the slow roll of your eyes, the tilt of your head, the sneer of my lips, judging another’s youthful enthusiasm, joy for joy’s sake, labeling her cuz you grown, you grown cuz you gots a baby, but any fool can spread her legs, and let a man in… To be really grown, Grown Your Mind, …
Tag: reflection
Emotional Roller Coaster…
This past month and a half has been an emotional roller coaster. I would really like to get off now, kiss the ground and thank the heavens. I don't like them to begin since I tend to get motion sick. Emotional motion sickness is even worse. True story as a my honey would say. This …
Thank you …
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 …
Just….
Just love and be with me Don't conspire or plot Just love and be with me <> Don't let another moonrise glisten upon earth without you entangled with my arms <> Just love and be with me Don't conspire or plot Just love and be with me
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 …
New Award…
Thank you to Mr. Peter Denton... My nominations for the Kreativ Blogger Award are: 1. Juliet Greenwood 2. Zen Cherry 3. The Middlest Sister 4. Five Reflections 5. The Gaia Experience 6. The Little Things Ten Things You Don’t Know About Me: I’m the granddaughter of two WWII veterans. I started working when I was …
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
Woods Revisited
In the night my tears did flow In the night I called for help Twisted words answered me back And cut my heart to rubies In the sparkling morn They showed me the way To a yellow wood A fork in the road A decision to be made In the night my tears did flow …
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 …
Lucinda Rose 