Toward Home

Toward Home

There comes a moment when enough is enough and it’s time to call a truce

with yourself. 

So you perform a swift and decisive full stop right in the middle of your very acceptable life. 

After laying down the blood-stained armor and removing the knives from your back, you tend to the self-inflicted wounds. 

This takes awhile for there are many. 

Spent, you lie down to rest in a soft field of clover while the sun warms your hair. 

When you awaken from the very long dream, the bees gift you with a crown - and some honey, of course - and you loudly declare yourself The Queen of Your Own Damn Universe

You rise, stretch, breathe, and wait. 

She speaks. 

You listen and take the first step toward home.

The Truth on Purple Paper

The Truth on Purple Paper

Love Colored Thread

Love Colored Thread