Author In Blue

tripping over our own clumsy sorrows

clinging to the mast doesn’t save the boat

probing the inner maze of grace

running wildly into creative fire

forget happiness, go for ecstasy…..

rip the secrets from the heart & feed them to the soul

that crisp edge between alive & getting by

the deep saunter through longing

the light of the pumpkin patch

the great storms that flood the heart….

the ambiguous moment of opening or closing a door

the labyrinth of loving deeply

everything is alright forever

living in alignment…..when to give & when to receive….

how do we recharge the muse?