You give me your soul
So I know
All of you I love
Sunday, October 29, 2017
Monday, October 23, 2017
Golden Moments
I choke back the words I would have said and try to open my mind.
I hope you understand and make the best of what you hear.
I try to remember what I wanted to say, what I wanted to write.
In those golden moments.
You kissed me like you were explaining to me where you are.
I understand and hope you enjoy.
When you give yourself permission to be imperfect you practice perfection.
It's a different way of learning.
What happens to you is private, between you and the almighty.
So forgive yourself as quickly as possible and turn your lemons into lemonade.
Let go of shame and self-doubt.
Sometimes the only way to understand the unexplained is like reaching the unreachable.
And the only way to mend this golden heart is by holding it.
Yeah, I know I should be writing every single day instead of slumping in this chair the size of a child in front of the computer.
You're my greatest distraction.
I hope you understand and make the best of what you hear.
I try to remember what I wanted to say, what I wanted to write.
In those golden moments.
You kissed me like you were explaining to me where you are.
I understand and hope you enjoy.
When you give yourself permission to be imperfect you practice perfection.
It's a different way of learning.
What happens to you is private, between you and the almighty.
So forgive yourself as quickly as possible and turn your lemons into lemonade.
Let go of shame and self-doubt.
Sometimes the only way to understand the unexplained is like reaching the unreachable.
And the only way to mend this golden heart is by holding it.
Yeah, I know I should be writing every single day instead of slumping in this chair the size of a child in front of the computer.
You're my greatest distraction.
Monday, October 16, 2017
Monday, September 18, 2017
Soul Water Baby
When we hold a child, we hold a soul.
The deep underground water.
Their cries tell us a story we might not otherwise have the ability to listen to, nor understand.
In that deep water is a soul here to be loved unconditionally.
Their laughter is as sweet as birds chirping through a radiant sunrise.
In that deep water is a soul here to love us unconditionally.
Mom
The deep underground water.
Their cries tell us a story we might not otherwise have the ability to listen to, nor understand.
In that deep water is a soul here to be loved unconditionally.
Their laughter is as sweet as birds chirping through a radiant sunrise.
In that deep water is a soul here to love us unconditionally.
Mom
Friday, September 1, 2017
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