Late night moments with oneself …

It’s late and I can’t sleep. The softness of my bed is no help instead it mocks my tired body and mind. Check marks on invisible lists, thoughts of new beginnings and other minutiae keep me awake. Lavender scented lotion, smoothed gently into warm skin promises relaxation – yet here I sit. What will tomorrow … Continue reading »

The Night …

The night and I are at odds. The darkness whispers quietly.  And the words, although not recognizable, permeate my being.  It’s as if I am waiting for something or someone. An unatural feeling of anticipation seeps through my pores and yet I know not why. Sleep eludes me. I want to dream and be free … Continue reading »

In The Still Of The Night …

It’s finally quiet. Oh how I love nights silence.  The pure, undiluted beauty of the universe shines through when the sky is deep black and the stars are bright.  My mind wanders and wonders … Why are we here? What is desire? Is the answer to life’s questions buried deep within our subconscious? Why is a … Continue reading »

Softly …

    I whispered desires into the night.  As I turned, I felt the breeze catch my softly spoken words and rustle them through the leaves on the trees.  And I wondered; were the sleeping birds awakened in their nests by this information? Will they tell?

Ever So Still…

    It is quiet and still. The inane chatter of the world has disappeared and once again I am at peace.  I long to immerse myself in the earth and let ancient vines wrap themselves around me.  Becoming one, with that which is most holy.  I want to feel the vibrations of harmony resounding on my fingertips.  I wish … Continue reading »

Murmurings…

  It’s late… It seems that darkness and the still of the night have become my confidant.  It is in this quiet that my heart sends its prayers into the ether. The night is decidedly cool and permeated with a damp sweetness that one wants to greedily consume.  Sometimes I imagine I am the only person on earth … Continue reading »