Poems from the past pt. 1

Be lined the natural skies

the waking eyes of the eagle



over the waterfall

into the rocky abiss

a deep pool

that you pull yourself into

nothing more than

upward bound


I’m just sinking lower

I was inspired to go through my journal for about a year ago and re-read some of the poems that I wrote back then. I thought it would be neat to have a week where I showcased some of my past penned poems that have never seen the light of day. To be honest, I was motivated by the “Throwback Friday” posts found on the Go Dog Go Cafe. If you haven’t, take a moment to see all the greater writers who share on that page! – L Photo by Kea Mowat on Unsplash.

Regaining normal


It has been a while since I sat down to write an update on my life, my wanderings and my dreams. These past few weeks I have been traveling for work, traveling to visit friends and all in all having a busy time. I knew going into September it would be quite busy, a rush of things to do and places to be: But now that I am in the midst of it, I keep trying to carve out moments of rest and peace so that I don’t forget myself. I find it too easy to let the tide of life sweep me away with little care to how I am actually feeling. It’s hard to be “in the moment” when you have a long list of to do’s to accomplish.

So here I am clacking away on my keyboard giving myself a moment to process and understand the past few weeks.

Fun fact about me, this month I celebrated my birthday. Over the years, I have come to enjoy my birthday as a time for reflection and celebrating the loving friends and family that I have around me. But, it hasn’t always been this way. I used to hate my birthday, really,  there was such a terrible bitter anger toward the day. You might be confused, you might ask if something horrible happened on my birthday. Not really. Actually, this distaste derived from the fact that I never liked being at the center of attention at parties and that I never understood how to accept presents. Weird, I know. Now that I’ve grown, my attitudes toward birthdays have changed and I am better for it. I don’t flaunt that day with balloons and cake, rather I like to recount my blessings and tell people how much I appreciate them when they wish me “Happy Birthday”. As I grow older, I see my birthday as more like my personal New Year’s day. People make resolutions for the new year but I make resolutions for my birthday. Maybe that’s also weird but I think that we have already established this fact… So I thought I would share with you some of my personal resolutions for my next year of life.

-Continue to seek joy in all circumstances

-Grow in communicating feelings,thoughts and desires 

-Maintain personal relationships with close family and friends

-Publish a collection of my poems (a very daunting task! But I have a year to do it, right?)

I am very excited to see what the new year holds for me. Also, I am so happy to be part of the Go Dog Go Cafe, as this has helped me continue to cultivate my writing and my prose. This past year was a good year, but I know there is still so much more to learn and experience. I feel that for the first time, I am ready for it. I am ready to learn, ready to run boldy and face the day. For life is complex, life is confusing but life is also beautiful and I am looking forward to living it.

Be well,



Photo by Adi Goldstein on Unsplash.


Questions for my Diary

Can I write in my diary, the small loves I have had and how I cried for them all? Will recording my thoughts and beats of my heart console me too long to love no more? Dear diary, I wish you had ears to hear the songs I sing to remember those loves. Songs that give way to tears and sometimes laughs. Can I write down those feelings that grip my body to the core? Will they translate onto the page?

I must do so even with all my questions, nothing else will quiet my mind.