Dragonfly Funeral: Parenting During a Pandemic.
The dragonfly was honored by laughs of the most innocent kind, as we, a group of tired women living in unknown times, paused to look on.
Browsing Tag:
innocent
We Are Contented with Little, but the World Tells Us We Need More.
Being unusually intense, sensitive and perceptive does not lay an easy path. Before we can embrace ourselves fully, there are many detours, where we kick around, denying, resenting and resisting our truths. We came into the world wild and innocent, with an open heart and extraordinary ...
Doe Eyes. {spoken word poetry}
Doe eyes aren’t innocent, they’re pain and enlarged by sadness, so please stand back since you can’t hold me as tight as I’d like.
I Want to Live, and Run with All the Wild Horses of Our Tribe.
Tonight we will run with the wild horses of our tribe streaking across the twilight sky, calling out our names and demanding the night to release us.
In Defense of Naiveté.
Looking back, I see how, in making the decision to peel away my naiveté and grow up, I was actually making a decision to grow older.
Maybe I Am Innocent After All.
When did I lose my innocence? When did the world stop being about discovery and joy? Was it the first time I felt the blame of someone I trusted? Or was it a slow progression of self-doubt and denial of desire? It happens. We are taught that the world is flawed, that we are flawed. We forget ...
The Wise And The Innocent: A Story Of Trust. {fiction}
The knife-edge teeth of the sharks -- who had once been their friends and accomplices in underwater adventures -- suddenly inspired fear. The midnight eyes of hawks and gulls -- who had once delighted the children with their dramatic displays of flight -- now reflected frightened stares. The ...
Creative Cocooning: Resisting The Urge To Self-Sabotage.
We all have times of cocooning -- where parts of ourselves are dying off as other parts of ourselves are being birthed. Honor these parts. Lock your silverware drawer if you have to. Shut your encyclopedia. Ignore the voices of those who seek only to frighten you. But most importantly... Wait.
She Flies — She Believes In Everyone She Meets. {poetry}
18 years old, big city dreams, a head full of plans and a heart open wide,
she jumps from the branch, only to discover she’s always had wings,
she flies, and she flies, and she flies.