This Little Light of Mine

A beautiful woman calls her friend out in the open.

Her friend resists the publicity but reaches up trusting her.

Sometimes it is better to cry with someone.
Sometimes it's okay to share your wallow.
Sometimes it's not wise to broadcast your feelings.
Sometimes it's best not to share.

However, with this genuine light, she reminds her friend of her own light, her own strengths and her own glorious path.

She reminds her of the laughter and acceptance of their friendship. She reminds her how loving she is; fun she is; strong she is; the good mom she is.

Life is indeed a mirror and by honoring the beauty, uniqueness, determination, vulnerability, voluptuousness of her friend she can do the same within her.

By healing others, we heal ourselves.

Thank you shining light. Thank you for reminding me of where my light is and that it's okay for it to dim once in a while.

In loving admiration,
Me.

I Have My Own Dream.

I have my own dream.

I am happy where I am; grateful for everything I have.
Peaceful in my own chair, at my own desk.
Knowing I have so much to offer, so much to learn
Trusting the I have what I need when I need it most.

I do have a dream.

A dream of a sunny kitchen with tiled floors and new appliances
Of marbled counter-tops and rich cabinets
Chatting and laughter, dancing and singing
All the sounds of a happy home.

I do have dream

A dream of cooking teams and great meals
Hugs and candlelight dinners; gentle jazz swooning
Thought-full discussions and passionate statements
Truth of a worthy life and existence.

I do have a dream.

A dream where my kids have role models
Bearing witness to their mom being honoured, cherished and loved.
And being testament to the love their mom has for others
A teasing love, a true love, a forever love.

I do have a dream.

Of sitting on the floor to talk about something so low
A reality of where some feelings go
Determination to stay together no matter what
Talking, sorting, deciding needn’t been lofty but grounded.

I do have a dream.

A dream of sleeping in the most restful and trusted arms
Of speaking my truth and without rejection, reluctance or rebuttal
Being challenged, encouraged and included without judgment
Loving for sharing; singing for exuberance, exalting the one and only me.

Puck's Morning Catch

Where does this come from, this new-found peace
Someplace I feel warm and safe and at ease
Your chuckle your smile, your jesting and care
Leave me wondering and grateful for all of you do spare

And off you do go apres good morning kiss
Au travail on your 'cycle along with a wish
Of only good things and only good thoughts
For upon your return my heart is right there

...already caught.

Mr. G-G Eyes

Softening from your smile

Cradling your thoughts

Promising proper kisses

Gazing at the great dark sky.

Blushing at the thought of you.

Twinkling when I speak of you.

Exhaling when I feel from you.

Mirroring all that is good from you.

...for you.

Pillow Talk

Touch me, alight me. I offer my skin; it's yours to explore.
Thoughts linger, and follow the music of night-time discussion.
Stories flow, laughter follows.
Piecing the quilt of your experience of life.

Clubs & pals common in trials, bonded in liquor.
Judgment set aside; compassion extended to the lesser.
Tough exterior, soft, thoughtful gaze;
Wrangling everyday choices; considering the next phase.

I am grateful for you...

Your perspective,
Your appreciation,
Your acceptance,
Your gentleness,
Your soft voice,
Your love.

Morning Thoughts

I woke thinking of you
Depth and joy in eyes special hue.
Peaceful swirls of colour surround
Gentle kisses without a sound, abound.

Stretch and sigh, longing am I
To merge...the urge...to solidify
Emotions, desires, passions and cares
My naked self I do bare.

Stringing along temptations so slight
Fences and negligees, neighbours despite
Fun and teasing, you hold on so tight
For final kisses and dreams of delight.

Sky to Earth

The stars dance as I adjust my eyes
How can there be so many?
How many can see as I do?
So vast, so far, yet linking us.

Majestic mountains ground
And running waters sooth
Minds and emotions run amok
Returning to home, resting in gaia.

Stillness fills my lungs
I feel the pulse in my feet
“Thank you” I give to her
Praise to her rhythm.