INCONCEIVABLY BLONDE....

Hey everyone!  Yes, I know I've been gone awhile from here--I've neglected my creative inner voice. BUT, I have had some very GOOD REASON.... So, it's my birthday today, so I had to take some time to share what's been going on and to try to get my writing bearings back on track a smidge. Reflecting upon my life, my self, my situation right now, I'm just so dang grateful.  Truly.  What a ride it's been!  I'm owning up to several things now that I'd like to freely share in the hopes of either contributing to the generalizable knowledge base, or to add a voice to my experience that might help or encourage or somehow help others. I'm not perfect, I'm not fake, I'm not holier-than-thou.  I don't pretend to be anything other than authentic, genuine, and sincere.  Period.  Oh, and blonde.  Can't forget that, LOL! I try, I succeed, and sometimes I fail.  OK, lately, I seem to be failing a LOT! Even failure has a silver lining, as it...

Another oldie revisited and reworked....from forever ago, it seems ;)  Enjoy!! EG I needed to come here to clear through the haze of my thoughts. To reach out and scratch your whiskery jaw, to see gold bits dance in the depths of your eyes-- the gold of the heart of a good man. And a good friend. I needed to stretch here To grab myself from within. To reach out and rub your weary head, to cradle you in my arms, to melt with the heat of your lips-- the heat of the heart of a good man. And a good friend. I needed to lie here to feel alive again. To reach out and tug on the back of your neck, to lick the pulse of your skin with my tongue, to revel in the cool thick of your hair, to moan in the strength of your hands-- the strength of the heart of a good man. And a good friend. I needed to see here to see where my life should go. To reach out and finger the cleft in your chin, to drown in the green of your life, to curl my toes in the soothe of your voice,...

Let it run let it pour let it out let it soar let it be let it more let it see let it for let it feel let it tore let it heal let it more let it flow let it roar let it melt let it floor let it love let it more let it peace let it war let it burn let it door let it me let it more let it scream let it gore let it free let it sore let it do let it more let it think let it bore let it speak let it swore let it sweet let it more let it write let it wore let it sleep let it snore let it dream let it more let it done let it lore let it rich let it poor let it laugh let it more let it roam let it tour let it go let it spore let it stop let it more let it high let it score let it low let it fore let it live let it more

Wave after waves whip back, flip over and over, and crash out on the shore, battered, beaten, and sore-- unable to take any more. Gradually, gingerly wash away the cares of yesterday, and bathe your feet, your mind, your soul in the cool possibility of tomorrow. Lapping away sorrow and pain, allowing you to being again, savoring the new-- if only for a few brief moments-- that only YOU get to feel, get to taste, get to know the wet wearing down the old, while soaking up the yet-to-be. Can't you see the point of it all right now? There! Out there , glistening in the shimmering, off in the distance as the swirling ripples bubble and foam, draping your toes in the ebb and flows of everyday woes, drift off with the seaweed. Roaming the currents, unhurried, slowed by bits of broken bottles tangled, intertwined amidst frayed rope swaying to and fro, calling, begging sweetly to the soft sand to splay,frolic and bask in the warmth that comes ...

They say all roads lead to Rome. Ok, so…. What road leads to you? The You that you want, the You that you need, the You that you are already (and may not know it)…. Better be ready, at least have some idea of what makes you you , makes you tick, who you want to be and why, try to picture the path your life will lead.  Even so, how do you really know what your life’s road will be, what’s your destiny? Destination unknown? Doesn’t have to be…. What does it look like? Is it straight and narrow, or winding and curved? Is it paved or cobbled, or covered in dirt? Where does it come from? Where does it go? How does it travel? Too fast, or too slow? Is it the “Road Less Travelled,” or does everyone know? How far must you take it before you know? When you drive down the beach, Are you ready to meet The You that is waiting for you to arrive? Climb inside and sit back, inhale the salty, sunny breeze on your face, tickle the truth in this pl...