Photo by Karolina Grabowska: https://www.pexels.com/photo/cardboard-box-on-dark-wooden-table-near-tape-and-scissors-4498152/ by Katrina Wightman I started the process of sorting through our stuff for our next move. We will have been back stateside for almost a year by the time we leave. Being in the states has made it possible for me to visit my family numerous times, for which IContinue reading “Moving again”
Category Archives: Writing
Rainy Monday
I been putting off getting a blog up and going again. In my defense I have been a bit busy. In July I started my journey back to my husband and I’s apartment in the city of Shenyang, China, after about 6 months away. Getting settled back into a country where I am are stillContinue reading “Rainy Monday”
My Compass
The Compass Given Conservative morals Limiting Societal Norms Controlled by guilty and shame Smashed Life is too short Life is filled with dark spaces It is hard and cruel The Compass Chosen Seeks place of Light and Love Seeks Souls for Mutual Pleasure Seeks understanding and openness These fill me with the light A lightContinue reading “My Compass”
Absent Muse
I go to our usual spot by the fountain. I drink my coffee and draft my daily to do list. Pen and favorite journal in hand I wait for you. Many morning have passed without you, yet still I come and wait. We are old friends who have weathered each other’s absences many times over theContinue reading “Absent Muse”
Fire light Musings
Kindred Soul Darkness surrounds me, held at bay by the flames that dance before me. The creatures of the night are the only sound. I watch the flames dance. Darkness surrounds him, held at bay by the flames that dance before him. The creatures of the night are the only sound. He watches the flamesContinue reading “Fire light Musings”
What Binds Me to Thee My Love?
‘Tis not the companionship nor the pleasure Although both abound in equal measure _________________________________ My heart and soul laid bare with no other did I dare ________________________________ Your eyes doth see true all that is laid before you ________________________________ and still your love you doth give free and this my love is what binds me to thee.
Wedding Poem
When I married my husband my daughter was thirteen years old. My daughter was included in the ceremony because we were becoming a family not just a couple. I wrote the poem below to signify the creation of our family and what it meant. Three sets of eyes to see you as you are, Three setsContinue reading “Wedding Poem”
Who am I?
Who am I? I am a collection of ideas, feelings, and experiences. I am a unique personality. I was bestowed at birth with a wealth of heredity. As I grew I was molded by the ideas and deeds of those whose lives intersected mine. This may seem like a very abstract view of myself, however,Continue reading “Who am I?”
What’s up!
I have been a busy bee. I spent the last weekend in June in Denver at Mile High Blues. I had the opportunity to dance with dancers of all skill levels. They each had their own style of dancing and leading. I also attended several workshops. It was a wonderful weekend and I learned aContinue reading “What’s up!”
Bounty
Damp grass soft under my bare feet. Basket in hand. With child like anticipation I make my way to my garden. I fill my basket and my soul with the bounty I did grow.