I see the sadness there behind her eyes…

I see the sadness there behind her eyes,She dreams that my woundsAre her wounds and they are:The baby that I lostIs now the baby that she lost,If I could take the sorrow from her,I would do it in a heartbeat,If I could tell her that tomorrow,She’ll feel better, I would,But that would be a lie,If more

A WRITER’S DAY Journal entry; 30th October ’08

I found this journal entry yesterday, it was the last one I wrote right before I began to write my first book that was published, Oracle In The Mist: I write my morning pages (Julia Cameron, The Artist’s Way) and then . . . I stare at the blank page and wait for the words more

The Naked Passport:

Oh dear, sweet Passport, Where are your stamps? I would hold you to my breast, Even in an avalanche. I finger your pages fondly, I know our time is nigh, The smell of your paper excites me, Very soon we will take flight. I sleep with you under my pillow, I carry you in my more