We’re going through changes. Right now {Poem}

A world that has stopped turning madly,
where the only people who have to hurry now, are the doctors and nurses.

Their faces in pain of the tight masks they’re wearing
Their bodies tired of the long hours they’re making
Their hearts bleeding by carrying a heavy load
Day in and day out, who knows.

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Being in my Forties Makes me Realize a Few Things.

“The most important thing is to hold on, hold out, for your creative life, for your solitude, for your time to be and do, for your very life; hold on, for the promise from the wild nature is this: after winter, spring always comes.”  ~  Clarissa Pinkola Estés Death comes quickly and unexpectedly, sometimes exasperating…

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friday poem: the wild

you’re wandering through forests and mountains like a restless soul without them life is ordinary — you find meaning in being into the wild withdrawing yourself from the pale world only then life is running through your veins like an overflowing river only there you see clarity in all things around you — by immersing…

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Awake

  She wanted to be saved only by herself because deep down she knows her way   Last Thursday night I couldn’t sleep and felt overwhelmed by that annoying little monster.. again. Every now and then it comes and visits me, preferably at night: doubt that takes over and brings me out of balance. These…

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