Early Morning on the Delaware River, September. In the after, there were dreams–and lies.We stood together–and apart, divisions growingas the wind …Even When Time Stops, the River Flows On
For a moment I want to remember life through my childlike eyes, with their whimsical youthful lenses of pure active imagination.
I want to marvel unencumbered at a blade of grass, the movement of a bird, the height of a tree, the sound of the wind, how far away the clouds appear, truly appreciating their simple beauty without the adult need to mow, chop, shelter or protect.
I want to look at an empty street sidewalk and see the hopscotch opportunity, the big cardboard box and see the fort, the doll or stuffed animal and feel the mystical bond believing in their transformative magical powers and soul healing potential.
I want to play, to splash in mud puddles and roll in the wet grass and not worry about the mess.
I want to color whatever I want, whenever I want, and not have to be exact or in the lines.
I want to look at others with childlike innocence and truly admire their eyes, hair, and skin color, seeing their unique soul without adult-learned prejudice or judgment.
I want to experience the joyful intimacy of a hug, the openness and acceptance of holding hands.
I want to listen to a bedtime story and have someone else brush my hair.
I want to eat candy that is bad for me or spaghetti till my stomach hurts.
I want to remember what it is like to trust the world before I learned about hatred, violence and pain.
These days, when life gets too stressful or difficult, I love to look into the eyes of a newborn.
It restores my faith, gives me peace, and helps me to remember. ❤💕
——Vickie Mi Amor
In my dreams I don’t reach anymore for those ancient prophecies from desert winds. I dream of hope held gently on the wings of peace. A sky without …I Dream of Hope
The corporate world beckoned me with propitious propositions with a cache of dreams, wrapped with sincere efforts I embarked on the journey in …Leap of Faith!
He’s learned mewhile I’ve memorized him,and slowly over the years,the binding of our love storyhas mostly stayed intact. Sure our relationshipis not …Our love is simple
Photo by Karolis Vaičiulis on Unsplash fieldsof memories gleanand, the water towersits at the centerof a love that is greater thanwhat we purportedto…I await your warm embrace
Slow and strange
Fast and furious
Numb and nurtured
Waiting and wondering
Wailing and walking
Praying and pondering
Trusting and tears
Testing and transformation
Warm and whimsical
Cold and calculated
Real and ravenous
Raw and reckless
Bold and beautiful
Brave and bitter
Scattered and scheduled
Strategy and silly
Silence and safety
Direction and doubt
Spontaneous and structured
Communicate and contemplate
Surprises and sadness
Love and loss
Hollow and hope
Faith and flawed
Anchored and angry
Sweet and salty
Repentance and rebellion
Recover and rediscover
The Fullness of You and
The Emptying of me.
— Michelle Cosby Bollom
United they stood Differences didn’t matter Friendship grew stronger Nothing could tear them apart Untied by blood, joined by fate I hope you enjoyed…Friendship – a tanka
The façade has crumbled, Before our very eyes. The things we held dear, Shrouded in lies. The world has changed in inexplicable ways, Long for …“Soulful Ambition”
Excited to be inspired, I write my Most gracious Thoughts on paper, Communicating to My heart Joyous reflections Causing a smile To blossom, …To Be Inspired