Fight In The Light

Snake: “Explain yourself! How do you find joy with all of your pain and mistakes?!” Me: “I don’t need to explain myself to you. Once upon a time, I thought I did. I don’t.” Snake: “Your lack of words, responses, and/or confusion makes us angry!” Me: “That sounds like a you problem.” Snake: “Rawr! Well…

What I thought would be a season of sorrow/striving is turning in to beautiful JOY. Joy is not the same ol toxic “just be happy” gig. Joy comes from letting go of expectations, coming in to yourself, & seeking answers. Joy is freedom! It lets me cry with a loved one. It lets me weep…

WOULdn’t it be strange? If people stARTted to see the ART of others making them feel derANGED.. RearrANGED… ChANGED?I think there are two or three letters to each word we should look into. DiscOVER and uncOVER with me. Let’s start with E.AHEArt.HEAling.EArth.MEAl.StEAl.HEAl.REAl.HEAven.MEAnt.FEAther.CrEAtion.This is not about a Rhyme. Let’s think of more now. OTH.BrOTHer.BoTHer.AnOTHer.Each OTHer.Let’s fathom…

I fell in love with him as a child. Life happened. The intense love both waivered and grew. For what seemed like a very long time. It is only growing now. Pieces of my puzzle fit perfectly. They rest secured. Protected and emboldened after all they have endured. A picture of a mountain I am…

She has seen it! That last hidden soul tie. She knows it by name. This changes everything. A dragon has lurked and burned her for far too long. Smooth in it’s ways. Smooth in it’s gaze; Capturing her family too. Generations silently seared. It’s chains have been strong. (Draws arrow.) Not for long. “I’m stalking…

LAY AND PLAY IN THE GRASS AND DIRT.. WHEN YOUR HEART AND MUSCLES HURT. CLOSER TO A PURITY… ONE THAT MY CREATOR SEES. HE PLANS FOR IT TO BE. IT IS FAR BEYOND… THE MOST BEAUTIFUL SONG.. OR OUR WILDEST DREAMS. -AK-

The art of unfolding feels treacherous at times. Core beliefs plead within. They make a case for themselves daily. She knows they are the perpetrators. Thoughts preached from both ill and well intentioned pulpits. This is about her now though. Re-discovering self and the divine has become a triage job. The case load is heavy.…

This morning I looked in the mirror and was proud of this girl. She has struggled with herself, and she has come so far. I am proud of the friends that she keeps: The values she holds: The boundaries she sets: The ways she is bold: The light that she sees: The secrets she owns:…

Lord as the world gets darker…I find myself a little more brave to chase every light. Colors of wildflowers you created. Sunsets and sunrises. I chase the sound of belly laughter. I am in awe of moments where people cry safely together. Those deep cleansing tears. Arms wrap around one weeping. Faces lean in to…

I’ve lain in this space for 5 years now. I’ve rested, explored, and created in here. The new life I have is beautiful, but I was broken when it found me. Done with the bloody arena. An audience watched me fall. I saw a cove and crawled inside. I did not want to be seen…

To the one who knows me best. Father… My caring is tired. Intuition….exhausted. Broken spaces in me….lonely.The best of me…..depleted. Your world….painful. Recent dreams….un-inspired.Communication….flawed. Energy….lost. Gratitude….I am eternally grateful.Hope….still here. I love you. Forgive me. I need to rest with you. Will you speak to me as I do? I love your words. I will…

Hmm. This body. An outer shell that holds her soul. The life it has lived. It’s younger form has been touched by unkind hands. It has been stolen from and it has betrayed itself. Chemicals have filled it..so that trauma would not kill it. Often it fights with chronic pain. This body is tired. It…

My children’s eyes. Innocent and wild. I see each of their souls so clearly here. Beautiful blues, browns, and hazels full of dreams. From top to bottom our Izac, Ileana, Allison, and Ellamae. A Brady bunch made in heaven. They are 11, 10, and 8 years of age. I am so thankful that God has…