Like the rustle of the wind in the leaves, the echos from the heart, home calls from within. The Spirit of a Child. The spirit of a child is a fragile thing. It thrives on freedom, but requires boundaries. But needs the nearness of a parent. The spirit of a child is a fragile thing. And sometimes I wonder why God. Should have entrusted each one. To the care of such rank amateurs. Did He not know we were barely free.

Tuesday, November 30, 2010. Alling for skill authenti c. Equiring ability of write r. Pting without much ad o. Ewing words to word s. Hemes that are grea t. T spares no ennu i. Reating verses, some archai c. Preading cheers and joy s. In 26 Days for the month of November. Monday, November 29, 2010.

Not just Ayni and her Thing, but there are more than you can Think. I think i just love you.

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I hear a song and your all i can think about. your the only thing anyway. i miss you so much. 8220;Whatever you can do, or dream you. Power and magic in it. What I Want to be Remembered For. Love is being stupid together. Memoir of a good cat. I will miss you old friend. Nights you sang me to sleep,. The nights you stood beside me,. Your beautiful tapestry of a coat.

Saturday, September 12, 2015. I ended a relationship last night. The relationship was abusive and volatile and unhealthy. But it was hard to get away. And yet, I woke up this morning feeling free. That shamed the way I choose to raise my children, attacks. This blog has always been a prayer closet for me. But I return to it now because I s.

Judge Me Not By My Foreboding Presence Lest Ye Fall Short Of My Ever Abounding And Ever Clever Cadence. Just the Two of Us. One Who Makes You Smile. A Walk Under City Lights. That Star, My Senses. Behind the Walls of Madness.

I hope you enjoy my ramblings! December 16, 2010. This piece is from an extremely interesting prompt over at Big Tent Poetry. There is no way I could ever do justice to his idea, but here is my lame attempt. The dead girl waits and watches.