I’m not overflowing with the fire of existence, but I’m here and trying. #poetry #poetic #mood

Wednesday mood. To one and all, I hope your morning feels better than mine. #coffee #morning #mood

I’m not overflowing with the fire of existence, but I’m here and trying. #poetry #poetic #mood

Wednesday mood. To one and all, I hope your morning feels better than mine. #coffee #morning #mood

Don’t let the flowers blooming inside you wilt for someone who doesn’t appreciate your garden. #musings

Once you realize that in being alone you do not need to feel lonely, it becomes a compass of sorts; guiding you to inner peace. #poetry

She awakened as a naked soul clothed only in words. #poetry #poetic

Tonight I will open my window and invite the moon in, letting it be the weaver of my dreams. ⋆.˚ 🌕.⭒˚ #poetry #moon

Sometimes you reach a point in your life where you no longer feel the need to prove yourself.

She should have known better. She did know better. Yet still she had let herself hope. #poetry #musings

Sometimes all you need is the beauty and melancholy of nature. ↟↟𓂃 ོ ☼𓂃↟𖠰𓂃 ོ𓂃 #poetry #nature

Meet me in the morning at 806 N. Michigan Avenue, along the Magnificent Mile. In the sunshine I’ll greet you with a kiss and a smile. From there we can spend some time for a while. #poetry

When the sun sets and color floats toward the horizon, the evening echoes of crickets and the soft, rhythmic, sound of the rippling lake touching the shore. #poetry #sunset

Think of depression as hibernation, a place you go to nurture yourself by doing absolutely nothing. A place you go to feel it out and heal. It’s only a temporary den not the end of your world. #musings

Warm summer rain as I walk barefoot on the sandy beach. It was unexpected... my life, not the rain. #poetry

Rest, nature, books, wine, poetry, music, love for and from family and friends, that is my idea of happiness. ────୨ৎ──── #poetry

Drifting through the meadows were Black-eyed Susans.

Weaving dreams on the loom of night. #musings

Louie, little Nova, and Buddy. #caturday

May I have a small house in a pleasant place. Many books, a few friends: true, wise, and free spirited. #poetry

July left in the cool breath of dawn. That is August you hear echoing in. It is the long, last month of summer. For some, it feels like Sunday that brings all those dreaded Mondays. I find it lovely and can’t wait to bid it adieu, so fall can come breezing through. #poetry

Somewhere inside me is a place I haven’t visited in years. I think a younger me is still waiting there wondering why I can never come back. #poetry

“What is that feeling when you're driving away from people & they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? It’s the too huge world vaulting us & it's good-bye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies… as is ever so on the road.” ―Jack Kerouac, On the Road

I woke to lips of sun kissing the soft neck of morning.☀️ #poetry

Rising slow in the night. The full moon light shines bright. #moon #fullmoon

To travel, to dream, and to never lose the sense of wonder. Feel life with intention. Trust in what calls. #poetry

Wild and raging rivers are earth's rebels, defying gravity, dancing to their own tune, resisting the authority of humans, and eventually always winning. ࿐࿐࿐ #poetry #quote #river #musings

Don’t write around the feeling, write into it. 𓂃🖋 #poetry #writingcommunity

Going to work this early morning my husband sent me photos of the moon. Early morning observation of the moon and her powerful spirit. Take the time to contemplate her soul and appreciate the reward she gives to creativity. The moon helps poetry flow so easily. #poetry #moon #fullmoon

Some things are just the way they are, and there’s nothing you can do to change it; sometimes, all that’s left is to accept it.