falling

The universe is held in a sparkling blue Two sometimes three points outline satisfaction As ice melts the temperature rises Dancing until sunrise I see that I am seen Watched from a distance The push is a pull Dare I surrender? Walk into the forever? My heart beats faster Melting into the blue I dream of you… Time passes by And I wonder why Our worlds did collide Here I sit The rain continues to fall Feelings sink deeper And then not at all I watch as my…

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I had to be broken so I could meet you. It couldn’t have happened any other way. My heart had to be splintered, smashed, just short of shattering completely. I had to fly low and dive deep. I had to let myself disintegrate into wounded ashes. Yes.   I had to be broken so I could meet you. Because I didn’t learn to be myself until I was broken. The exquisite elixir of vulnerability transformed me. It opened my eyes and unlocked my heart.   I had to…

life after death, onenomadwoman

“Life After Death” Ode to my best friend – Cheryl Marie Mickens   Playing cards, minding our peace The energy shifts beneath our feet The temper, the heat As we retreat   Wind scraping at our faces As we pass through many places Familiar spaces My heart races   Afraid but fearless I must confess My life was a mess And you relieved this stress   A New Orleans bar Drag Queens with guitars Driving in your car The memories are not so far   Sweet Georgia Peach…

on the move, onenomadwoman, thom gunn

On The Move Man You Gotta Go. The blue jay scuffling in the bushes follows Some hidden purpose, and the gush of birds That spurts across the field, the wheeling swallows, Have nested in the trees and undergrowth. Seeking their instinct, or their pose, or both, One moves with an uncertain violence Under the dust thrown by a baffled sense Or the dull thunder of approximate words. On motorcycles, up the road, they come: Small, black, as flies hanging in heat, the Boy, Until the distance throws them…

alternate universe, onenomadwoman

Perhaps in another world…   Perhaps in another world The energy would continue The silent daydreams That lay within you   Perhaps in another world Dreams would become reality Because here and now They cease to be   Perhaps in another world We would meet again Soaring through the wind And playing in the sand   Perhaps in another world The sounds would change The rumble of the engines Would drown out the day   Perhaps in another world We would camp under the stars Sharing stories and…

travel, wanderlust, nomad, backpacker

She’s the one with the messy, unkempt hair colored by the sun. Her skin is now far from fair like it once was. Not even sun kissed. It’s burnt with multiple tan lines, wounds and bites here and there. But for every flaw on her skin, she has an interesting story to tell. Don’t date a girl who travels. She is hard to please. The usual dinner-movie date at the mall will suck the life out of her. Her soul craves for new experiences and adventures. She will be…

onenomadwoman

Let no one keep you from your journey no rabbi, or priest, no mother who wants you to dig for treasures she misplaced, no father who won’t let one’s life be enough, no lover who measures their worth by what you might give up, no voice that tells you in the night it can’t be done.   Let nothing dissuade you from seeing what you see or feeling the winds that make you want to dance alone or go where no one has yet to go.   You…

www.onebillionrising.org It’s February 14th, 2014 and something is happening all around the world. A movement of solidarity between women, and the friends and family of these women who have made a commitment to rise for justice. And today, I have found myself in Tunisia seeking out a onebillionrising event here. After receiving a notice on Facebook from a friend, I think I now know where to go and start the journey from the city of Rades to the capital of Tunisia – Tunis. onebillionrising 2014 Tunis Arriving in…

the journey

The Journey   One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began, though the voices around you kept shouting their bad advice– though the whole house began to tremble and you felt the old tug at your ankles. “Mend my life!” each voice cried. But you didn’t stop. You knew what you had to do, though the wind pried with its stiff fingers at the very foundations, though their melancholy was terrible. It was already late enough, and a wild night, and the road full…

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