Who Would You Be (poem)

Who Would You Be

Who would you be

If you stopped the talking

The chatter within

Your sweet head

Who would you be

If you halted the worry

Ran far away from

The dread

Who would you be

If you let yourself stand

Right in the middle

Of silence

Who would you be

Who would you be

If you let yourself rest

When your body

Is telling you too

Who would you be

If you let yourself eat

When your belly

Is asking for food

Who would you be

If you took a small chance

To catch the creative

Inside

Who would you be

If you told your truth

Never again

Would you hide

Who would you be

Who would you be

If you listened in hard

And heeded

Your voice from within

Who would you be

If you trusted your gut

Showing you

Where to begin

Who would you be

If you knew your brain

Could show you

What’s right and what’s wrong

Who would you be

If you got really honest

Your heart

Beating out its own song

Who would you be

You would be someone

Mired in truth

Let your voice

Soar to the sky

You would be someone

Others could trust

Your words of

Honesty fly

Your heart would be

Bigger large and so brave

Because of your

Bumps in the road

You would be

You would be light

Shiny within

All people know

How to trust

You would welcome them

Straight to your heart

Turn all their

Worries to dust

You would welcome

Telling the truth

Honest your

Bright shining arch

You would be someone

Others could turn to

When looking to

Light their own spark

You would be

You would be

Someone who

Listened a lot

Help others open the soul

You would be

Someone who knew

Their own limits

Making your own body whole

You would be

Someone who could

Stand In quiet

Letting it calm from within

You would be

Able to quell all the hate

The trouble that

Wants to begin

You would be

You could be

You can be

You are

Everything open

And able to start

You would be

You could be

You can be

You are

Positive motion set

Out from your heart

So let today warm you

My words fall away

Who would you be

If you

Only

Had

One

More

Day

Just finished this one that popped out yesterday.........

I’m practicing letting em go just as they are

Honouring all hearts today

Learning to be honest

Learning to help

Learning to listen

And learning that the truth is important

Learning to listen to a body that has been disconnected

Learning to hear it’s own wisdom

Learning to listen to others

Big Love

Masterpiece (poem)

Masterpiece

You may not think it 

But you are 

A work of art 

That is so unique

All your bits

That make you up 

You are a masterpiece 

Of questions comments 

Disregard

Of love and follow through

All the pigments 

Thrown on top 

The canvas that is you

You’re all the colours 

All at once 

make finger paintings 

Grey

And then sometimes 

You lighten up 

Coaxing dark away

Your full of all the pieces

Like a couloured 

Oil on canvass 

Great in your expanse

With all your

Chances handed

You are the stormy 

Clouded seas

The brightest of sky blue

Fall Into the greatest heart

The portrait that 

Is you

Don’t be fooled

By lack of trust

The doubt within the soul

The holding on

The surrender

Then the letting go

You are all the yellows

All the reds

The purples and the pinks

All the hues sewn together 

Lest your heart

It sinks

Knowing that you are 

The Maker....

Of all things that are new

Made up of all that is

This masterpiece is You

I Wanted To Tell You (poem)

I Wanted To Tell You

I wanted to write you 

Something special

But I couldn’t think 

Of what to write 

I wanted to tell you

Something that would

Fill your heart

Fill your heart right up

I’m sitting here

Wondering how

Not knowing 

Exactly how to tell you

To tell you

Yes you 

You are made 

Of special stuff

Of things more beautiful 

Than you know

I wanted to tell you

That I miss you

Because of this

You dance in my memory 

Or the way 

You look when you think

The way you talk 

And the feeling of 

Your heart in a room

It’s the little things 

You see

The little things 

I’ll remember most

All the joy you bring

Even when you 

Don’t feel good enough

Those days when things feel hard

The darkness comes

And it shrouds around you

Like a heavy cloak

Because the grief sits in your chest 

And makes it difficult to breathe

And I know

I know, I know,

It must 

Since you sometimes 

Just dont know 

I thought I would tell you

I wanted to tell you

So I don’t forget

To let you know

Before it’s too late

Cause it might be too late one day

So I wanted to write

You something special

So you remember 

That you are singular

Miraculous really

A truth and beauty 

That takes my breath 

Out of my chest

I wanted to tell you

Tell you right now 

To tell you 

All of the things 

You are broader than

All of the things 

you are brighter than

And I sit here

As the days get darker

I settle in and wonder

About all of the things

That are so stunning 

In this life

And 

All of the things

I wanted to tell you

*A little bumpy one

From me to you

Cause I just wanted to tell you

Simple as that*

by arley

Run Away (poem)

Run Away

Within the thick

Of trying to say

What’s on your mind

And the invalidation 

Starts 

You can choose 

To listen to your heart

And run away

Run away from the holding

Of what once was

Because all the new is 

On the horizon

You can say thank you and know 

Deep down you will never be understood 

But it matters not

Now because 

You are good

You are good 

All parts of you 

Head to toes

You don’t need their love or their words

Cause you can make it 

I know that you can

You don’t need their acceptance 

In order to land

Ina spot that feels safe 

And ready to expand

You don’t need their opinion anymore 

You are growing each day 

When you grow in all ways

You don’t need to 

Runaway any more

Duality (poem)

Duality

Without the sorrow

I wouldn’t know joy

Because of the times

I was blinded

I thought I knew

But I knew not

Of what two hearts

Could look like

It takes time

And lots of patience

To know that

It can sow

An inspiring garden

Of green

And with that thought

My shoulders less they heave

My eyes see clear

And I can breathe

Your intent is

Pure connection found

And golden threads

Wound round my heart

Where once my heart was

Black and wanting

The gift of breath

A smile or two

In little moments

through the day

My spirit feels joy

Cause I’m with you

And I hope above all

You are here to stay

Because in a moment

Just yesterday

I sat and thought of you

And how wonderful it has been

Cause without the dark

I wouldn’t have seen you

And your light that shines within

by arley

Just wrote this bumpy little piece

And I kinda love that it all doesn’t fit perfectly together......because

Really.......

What actually does?????

Time flies.......two sweet years

With this guy

Brave courageous step

Of learning

And letting

Love in

Child (poem)

Child

There was a moment

When I pulled

My inner child

Out

I reached in

Grabbed her hand

Yanked fiercely

Through the doubt

Untangled her

From my tendons

Teared her

From my bones

She wound deep

In my core

Forged of brick

And stone

Holding on

To the thing

She thought

Kept her hidden

I Howled out

For her to hear

Into the dark

Forbidden

I called to her

As one would do

When calling

One you know

Came with haste

Into this time

Scratched hot burnt

And torn

Like a fire

World a mess

From ash and flame

Was born

This little thing

That needed words

Of tendered

Wisdom true

With her head

Held in my hands

Peered into

Eyes of blue

Wrapped her up

Into my arms

As hot tears

They ran

She cried and wept

When

She was through

She wept and cried again

Releasing fear

Of all of the words

And actions

Raised before

Raised hand in defiance

Raised words hot with hate

Raised the angered silence

Raised the locking gates

She lay limp

Within my arms

I let her breathe

And be

Cupped her head

Within my hand

Rocked her close

To me

Brushed her hair

Gently back

Whispered in her ear

Words of wisdom

Words of love

Words we long to hear

You are safe

Safe now child

Rest here

I will hold you

You no longer

Have to fear The wolf........

Or words

That scold you

I’ll hold you here

In my arms

They can be your home

I guide you into safety

Dear......

Where you’ll be

Newly born

Within their gentle

Sweetened grace

Find that gilded shore

And Know

You Are Safe

With

Me

Forevermore....

It’s been a long while since I have been able to write anything.

I had a dream yesterday

my inner child

came to me

I held her in my arms

Wondering what she would want to hear me say.

This is what came out.

We wept

And for the first time

In a very long time

We felt safe

So today

I wrote this one

for the inner child in all of us......

That yearns and longs to be held safely and unconditionally.

That wants to be heard and understood

I Write this from my heart to yours With as much tenderness

As you will allow yourself today.

Grow Slow (poem)

Grow Slow

These words have been in my head

Last couple of days......

A reminder to move

At your very own pace.

So much that we see.....

Says we aren’t fast enough...

Like if you don’t do this thing

You’ll never catch up

So every day.......

I’m learning to (Grow Slow)

No need to be so fast

That you

Forget as you go

Life can be short

We know this to be fact

But if you rush the creative

You might feel a lack

Lack of “this”

Less than “that”

The feeling of trailing

Behind the pack.....

Well I say “It doesn’t matter”

If you love what you do

Grow slow with the moment

And it will grow with you

And before you know it

You’ve become a great towering Forrest

Because that slow growth

Creates roots below it

Roots that dive

And creep all around

A concrete foundation

Forced deep underground

A strong base to hold you

So tall and upright

Lets you shoot up......

And lift toward light

Grow slow.....

Grow slow.....

Grow slow.....

My dear

It may only last

A few days

Or a year

Knowing this is steady work.....

All the way down to it’s seams

It’s ok to

Grow......

Slow.......

My Love.....

It

........Supports

.......................Bigger

....................................Dreams

Sending so much love out there today.

This one is written especially just for you.

A good reminder to allow things to simply unfold.

The Striking Hands (poem)

The Striking Hands

.

For those of you

Who felt as though

This season is longer than most

Where all small talk

And nodding heads

Cast dark doubts upon your shore

.

In a room of smiling friends

You feel you are sitting with strangers

Just waiting for the hands to strike

Because that means

It

is

Finally

over

.

The heart in this chest

navigates towards yours

I know how long it’s been

When space feels

like a thin veil

When you want to crawl out of your skin

.

I can’t explain each tiny detail

It’s way too deep and wide

You know who you are

Who feel this whole season

Is not your favourite by far

.

So when those two hands strike tonight

Way straight up on twelve

May you breathe a breath

Way deep down in your chest

Knowing It’s finally done

.

And

.

Because of your courageous heart

Because of all your brave steps

You can calmly walk

Head held high

into another one

.

.

I wrote this really fast....

so it reads quite messy and bumpy.....

Perfection is for the birds....

So I’m chucking this out there.

This is the inspiration of many deep and long conversations I’ve had over the last couple of weeks with friends......

Sending so much love to you all as we navigate next steps, big moves, exciting victories,

and all of the gorgeous mundane and sad bits in between......

I’m pretty sure that’s where the magic happens.

Love Love Loving you just exactly as you are.

Wishing you one heck of a

New Year My Loves

See you in 2019

And Thank You Thank You Thank You for everything!!!

The Lotus Flower (poem)

The Lotus Flower

Once upon a time,

In my University days

I sang a song In German called

“Die Lotosblume”

“The Lotus Flower”

Written by Heinrich Heine

Set to Music by Robert Schumann

The Story

Is about a sweet, precious Lotus flower

Who feared the sun.

Languishing day after day in its heat.

So at night

when the Moon shone

she would graciously bloom for him.....

in all of her glory.

The Moon,

Her forever paramour.....

She, left silently aching.....

because they could never be

As......She is from the earth

And......He is from the heavens

Still she blooms

Knowing....deeply....

That he can silently delight

in her exquisiteness

And she in his

My own take on a mournful love story.....

A true love known....

In the great expanse between worlds

And never to be....

Still hopeful though

The Lotus

This tenacious flower,

born on long stalks from the muddy depths.

Emerge and sail above the water

Reaching for the heavens

The petals untainted....

Created so perfectly.....

That dirt weeps off of them seamlessly....

Every night

Floating high and free from the muddiness of

Attachment

and

Desire

To open in love

And to close

day after day....night after night...

So Tonight I sit here

Thinking

My dream for us all

Is to be more like the Lotus

Strong, Soaring, Beautiful, Knowing,

Persistent

To come from the past,

thick mud and dirt

To stretch out and up

Or to simply

Just be.....

Without even one word spoken....

A Most Beautiful Thing

Continuously Blooming In hopes that one day

We will reach....

Just far enough.....

To

Caress

The Moon

Happy Tuesday

And

No matter what...

Keep reaching sweet friends

Keep reaching

All the Things We Thought We Wanted (poem)

All The Things We Thought We Wanted

Long time ago

We made up stories

about

All the things we thought we wanted

Things

ALL OF THE THINGS

So.....

Very....

Many......

Things.......

The love that we would die for

Cars

Weddings

Babies

Houses.........

Lists upon lists

And scads upon scads

Of

All The things we wanted

So we travel down the path

And meander in the dark

Feeling round about for

shiny bright things

Grabbing at them

Padding around for them

Ready, Hit, Mark

we are told we want them

Need them,

want them

We are born and bred

Just so

Because that’s just what you do

And that’s just how it goes

Heart to heart

and

Step to step

It’s easier moving with the flow

Head down eyes tight

Don’t dare veer over the sides

“If you DON’T grab fast the shiny bits,

Son

you are going to miss the ride”

So you want

Those,

cars,

homes,

weddings

and loves.....

Make that big machine roar!!!

But

Feeling lost,

And alone

and on your own

somehow left you wanting

More......

existence

And need

Can make the heart bleed

From trying to even the score

The things we wanted

BREAK

And up the fear shakes

As “things” can

cease to bring us joy

So Big brother yells

“Keep them eyes down and your fists held tight. Never loose sight of the prize

You want to be a winner son????

You know....in life....??

You need ALL OF THE THINGS to thrive”.

for all of the things we thought we wanted....

Can quickly

fall and crumble.....

As we sit there watching

Knowing

Watching

The understanding that it brings

That none of the wants

mean all that much

In the grand scheme of things

Wants can bring us joy

and sometimes happiness....

They shine you up

great glossiness

In all the best of ways....

But take a minute

before you decide

to WANT your life away.

Dig in hard and listen to your heart that might be whispering no.....

It’s ok sweet friend

not to want the things

big brother tells us so.

Take a breath

and sink way deep down

into your big

vivacious soul.

Cause down inside we know

That

Vows get broken.....

Hearts do die.....

Cars rust out....

Babies cry......

And the world will keep on spinning

until we all eventually go.....

Off into the great beyond

Where we can’t take

our precious, sweet cargo

Morbid?

Uh.....

Yes

You

Bet

But I’ve got good news for you.

All the things you thought you wanted

All those things you ever wanted

.

Are

Right

Inside

Of

You

Slow Down Darling (poem)

Slow Down Darling

The last few months have been moving at a break neck pace.....

To figure it out.....

To move the voice..

To move the body..

To move the heart..

To move

Forward..

Forward..

Forward..

Wild hands gripping at the air..

Catching nothing..

Moving nothing..

Body held captive in place by invisible chords...

bound tighter, harder, and faster

than ever before....

But

Forward

Forward

Forward on!

To fight like a tiger..

To protect the whole self..

To move mountains and houses..

To better yourself

To have all the answers..

You’re ok alone

To be prepared and ready

To be

On..

On..

On..

They whisper...

“Whatever happens..

Darling,

Don’t ever let go..

Because, wanna know what????

Know what happens if you do???

You’ll never catch the tail of that chord..

you were so desperately trying

to hold onto”...

Holding on so tight,

Your hands have become....

So...

Unrecognizable...

Black, bloody and bruised.....

They say

“Never....Let....Go....”

They shout

“Never....Let....Go”

That’s a lie the world is spinning

That if you fall, fail, or release

You’ll never get back up.....

Or land on your feet...

What you believe....

What you say.....

What you think....

Over and over again

will eventually,

Of course...

Become the truth.

So.

Slow Down Darling,

Because

We know deep inside the world’s not going anywhere..

At least not tonight..

Nothings do or die.....

So, take today in

One

sweet

sip

at

a

time....

There will always be faster speeds and wider roads....

inviting us....

calling us...

Luxuriously coaxing us.....

to peek around the corner...

And the next,

And the next,

And the next,

Always,

A continuous circle of

Next’s

But for now

Slow Down....................

Slow Down....................

My Sweet Darling,

It’s ok to Slow Down.

Take that deep breath

Heal that sweet tender heart

Live inside your music

Revel in your art

Sleep....

Sleep....

Cuddle...

Sleep....

Sleep....

All will come in time..

I promise....I Do....

And you may not quite know.............

But

Give yourself permission now.............

To

Slow Down Darling......

Slow

Down

Right

Now.....

Gold In Your Belly (poem)

I couldn’t sleep.....

A couple nights ago....

wide eyed blinking...

All night long....

So instead I wrote....

Inspired by this poem....

By Christopher Poindexter.

Words:

The goal has been to be trusty, vulnerable, and truthful with words....

I have surprisingly, and quite clumsily, face planted.....

Directly into a phase

where I get to choose to become my most authentic self.....with actions and words,

The strings are being cut....

The hooks are coming out....

The masks are peeling off.....

We all have them....

Masks....

The things we put on, to cover up, all the parts we want to change....

Or hide.....

Or forget away....

So many layers.....

so much peeling.....

Tearing out the hooks.....

leaves gaping, open wounds.....

And I am eager....ready.....willing.....

Rip.....Rip.....Rip.....

Out of the wounds, there are words.....

That want to spill over the split....

Words that haven’t been said....

That want to be said....

(to you, and you, and you)

and to you too.....!!!!

The words burn fierce in all the best ways....

Sometimes, there is no choice...

Sometimes, instead of saying them out loud...

I write them.....

Or at night when I can’t sleep.....

I whisper them into the breeze....

Or put em in a song.

“I’m not going to die with forgotten gold in my belly.”

you might read them....

you might feel them.....

and you might not......

You might like them....

You might not.....

You might even hate them....

Like, really hate them....

no matter.....

I make a choice.....

to choose the good ones.

Words, that is.....

As deeply as I choose to love....

Even when it can feel arduous, or intimidating to do so.

teaching yourself.....

Over and over again...

to be brave......

To say what is in your heart....

To tell someone how they made you feel....

The small observations, and gestures in life

can easily go unnoticed.....

the things we don’t appreciate.....

or say.....

everyday.....

That would make someone feel....

That much better....

So today...I’m reaching out

to your sweet and tender heart....

To tell you......

It’s going to be ok....

It’s going to be ok....

It’s going to be ok....

Yup, I just know it.....

And if someone hasn’t told you in a while.....

even if I don’t know you all that well....

You are loved so much more than you even know.

The Reminder (poem)

The Reminder....

This poem was sent to me yesterday from one of my dearest friends. It is a poem by Nayyirah Waheed from her book of poetry called Salt.....I cant stop rolling the words around in my head.....so much so that I thought I would share them.....and let you know that You Are also a Story. All of you...I'm not sure why I feel like these words strung together are so profound for me. I suppose I have spent time becoming/being one word.....from my own book or from someone else's.....Maybe you have too..

the word can create an entire story.....

the word is outrageously disingenuous and untrue......

the word could be several different ones......

used separately on different days......

so subtle and in such a way.......

you start to actually believe it.........

believe it so deeply.......

this word....."because you want to be loved".......

you want to be loved so badly.....

that you take this word straight into your soul and start to embody it......you make it true.....you give it life.....and light

a place to grow and root.....

God those roots go deep and spread quickly....

because someone told you it was so.......

but the word has falsified your true story, your glorious nature, spirit and authenticity......

"love does not ask you to be nothing for something"

No.....no it doesn't....

If there is a word that is threatening your stunning story....

Don't be afraid to cut the roots....

And turn out the light.....

and remind yourself.....

it's hard for things to grow in the dark.

Fear (poem)

Fear:

There is a brand new journey starting....a journey to understanding fear on an intimate level...and i gotta say....I’m enticed by it. At first it feels really really scary....stunningly complex.....A close heat.....

But once you realize that you can move through fear.....there is a knowing that appears.....deep deep down......the knowing is that you can, in fact, come out the other end....in one whole banged up glorious piece.....arms and legs still intact....brain still tucked lovingly in place....conscience and heart.......in check......

As you engage with fear, there are chunks of you that that cleave clear off your body in the pressure of the wake.....

they fall off sudden, and rattle off into the ditch like an old hubcap....(we probably don’t need those rusty ol things anyway).....

It’s kind of a miracle.....when you wake up after sitting in fear.....to find that you have gained so much more power and understanding than you ever imagined.

Fear is this sort of monster that has a gnashing gnarly mouth and fiery eyes.....I’m sure you are familiar....and there are so many different types (I’m generalizing for the sake of keeping this short) ummmm ya short....

So we have a couple of choices here on how to sit with it...

We can wield our sword, and run right toward it......howling our war cry.......likelihood of singed eyebrow hair, broken collar bone, sunglasses askew, and a few tears probable....outcome....unknown.....but most likely.....

lots of change.

or

duck, run and hide......licking a lolli under a rock.....safe, held and sweet.....outcome......known.....no change.

I think of running full tilt into fear is like welcoming a sort of “death” to occur.....over, and over again....death of the old parts.....poof.....burned up fast.....floating.....like ashes on the wind.....the parts that were afraid to try....somehow lightened....

if we tighten up our intimate relationship with fear, would we be more likely to share our most creative, vulnerable parts with the world....?

There will always be the likelihood that we will fall down and get banged up in the process......yup that can happen......it can be embarrassing and so intense that it vacuums the air straight out of your lungs....I’ve been there more times than I can count on my fingers and toes....and I’m 100% sure that’s part of the process.....

As you get back up and dust off the flotsam of the wreckage......you get better, and better at sitting with it or running head first into it......and letting go of the old parts that just don’t fit......

As I write this, I encourage myself, and you, to continue to stand in the groundlessness of fear.....

The groundlessness

Of sharing your creativity

Of moving to a new place

Of standing on a new stage

Of telling your truth

Of sharing your heart

Of raising your babies

Of making your art

Of singing your songs

Of writing your books

Learning to sit smack dab in the utter loneliness of fear, without filling the deep void with distraction or grabbing at the next best thing or clinging to addiction.

Groundlessness and Fear can be terrifying....but we could also think of it like flying....so instead of using a sword.....say you’ve got a set of wings....and these wings jut out like sails.....to pick you up to guide you right into the arms of the infinite universe of possibility, love and creativity.....could happen.

bumps, scratches, egos and broken bones can heal, with time and loving care......

But the “what if’s” will stick to you like tar until you leave this earthly plane.....until you have burned up fast.....again....floating like ashes on the wind.....or to reincarnate....learn from it.......and have a “go at er” again.

Post Script:

This post is more about fear in creativity and love.....

I will never jump willingly out of a plane....or swim with sharks even if someone says “they aren’t the biting type”.....mmmmmm yup.......I’m super fine with keeping those in the “what if’s” box for now.

And for those of you who create and love in all the ways you do. I sit here in awe of your brave, courageous hearts.....today I honour you.

Reflection on Boundaries (Blog)

Reflection on Boundaries

There is this book that I have been reading lately that is called “Boundaries and Protection” by a woman called Pixie Lighthorse. This book has greatly changed my perspective on situations in my life that have made me feel manipulated....less than.....off kilter.

What I have figured out and witnessed with my own eyes and body, is that when you form a protective barrier of boundaries around yourself, there are going to be people who fall right off the map....as you set up these boundaries and stand firmly within them....they will wonder why you are saying “no” when you used to say “yes”.....They will wonder why you are changing.....why you have an opinion on what feels right and what feels wrong.

Creating boundaries can be hard.....it can be fiercely uncomfortable and outrageously lonely....but without them....the manipulations....have power to continue.

I’d rather live a full life staring into the abyss of the unknown, than consistently bending, smiling, pretending. Compromising mind, body and spirit.

So.....my shout out to you would be....if someone in your life is misusing their power, trampling all over you and making you feel like your emotions, sensitivities, words and opinions have no merit.....that your requests for communication, and compromise are outlandish....that you are too much......if someone continuously judges your moral code and standards of respect.....if someone wants you to change all the things that make you wildly wonderful.....chances are that some boundaries need to be gently lodged into place......

Don’t be surprised when these folks fall off your map.....it’s like you are holding their feet closer to the fire by creating safe boundaries for yourself....they have a choice to stay and burn up with you, to do the work.....or run.....

You are worthy of deep love, compassion and forgiveness. You are worthy of respect and being treated with integrity. If someone can’t meet you in the middle of your humanness.......let them go. You deserve to love and be loved......it’s going to feel like a long road.....but in the end....it will be worth every step......

Just some thoughts

Coffee Stains and Flower Crowns (Blog)

The past four days I have been hunkering down and writing songs. Again I tumble into self judgement until I realize I don’t have to hold on to my music or creativity so preciously. I simply have to spend the hours honing the craft...allowing it to be....and then letting it go. I’m trying to quickly turn high expectation into appreciation.....appreciation that I have a small window of time to do this...before change comes tumbling in.....again and again......

Expectation holds us on a tightrope of suffering....(weather it’s the expectation we hold over our own heads, or the expectation that others hold over us).....so I write and write....paper upon paper....coffee cup stain marking (with a wink) the last page for today....the flower crown reminding me that life....(although super wildly confusing at times) can be celebrated with some whimsy, comedy, magic....and a whole lot of “giving zero effs”.....learning to laugh at and with myself.....

So today I create without boundaries. And then let it go....let it go.....

I hope that you can create something soon that makes your heart sing. Trash the judgement....and let it fly....

In all honesty....the writing I am putting out is fast and furious.....it’s not perfect or precious.....I’m adding hours to my practice. One letter and one word at a time. Thinking of the long game.....an easeful lumbering marathon.....