Old Soul in the New Age

​ I am the whispering wind in the cold night; the shooting star  with a trail of white; I am all worlds; I am a tale; I am the bird heralding the gale... I am the dawn, the dusk, the will o' th' wisp; I am the footprint on the sand, and the rescue ship;…

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OF LOVE AND WAR

I’ve sought long to seek answers to this desperate thirst, this aching pull towards companionship, towards other souls; the need to draw and be drawn to another human – brought out by the innate understanding that one’s burdens weren’t meant to be borne by oneself alone; that the cloak of loneliness was to be shed,…

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I remember standing in the rain that night it poured and lashed thick on the rose bushes I had planted two summers ago. I had focused so long on the dark clouds above that I failed to notice the blooming flower smiling up at me - the first one to bloom in my lifetime. I…

Seashell Resonance…

I've always loved the sound of the ocean breaking upon the shore, when I hold a seashell to my ear and listen to its tales and lore; feel its sudden cold like water rushing onto my skin, and a hair tousle in its gusty, effervescent whooshing... Wondering who speaks on the other side of the…

On this day, last year…

Dear reader, on this day, last year, I blogged for the very first time. A passionate writer and amateur doodle artist found her way into a large and glorious community of like minded, passionate writers, readers, musicians, artists, and friends who were not only involved in the creative process themselves, but also welcomed newbies with…