Don’t Forget Your Brain

“Follow your heart, but take your brain with you.”

You can get in a lot of trouble following your heart around without your brain. I lost my brain for a year during the rebound from hell. Thank God, I found it before it was too late. Now, when I lose my brain, it’s only for a few minutes at a time. My heart reminds me to go find it.

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One-Liner Wednesday: Keeping Christmas

“I will honor Christmas in my heart and try to keep it all the year.”

                                                                                         Charles Dickens

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Letting Go of Resentment, Making Room for Love



“Resentment is like drinking poison and waiting for the other person to die.” Carrie Fisher


It was easier to be angry

For the pretend power.

I would harden my heart

And never be hurt again.

Funny thing is,

I did get hurt again.

Anger covered up the pain

I kept trying to push away.

Anger grew and solidified

Into a boulder of resentment

So slippery, nothing could stick to it.

So big, no one could get passed it.

Not even me.

Until, I started to find me again,

And I started to like me again.

And then, I started to love me again.

And I prayed

For the willingness

To consider

That thing I couldn’t bring myself to say.

The F word.

Not just for those who hurt me,

But for me, too.

And willingness came

And blew away the dust and debris

Allowing the wind and the rain and the sun

To flow into the cracks

And work magic.

With time,

The boulder began to break apart

Opening a path for love

To make room

For something so much better.


The Essence of Your Dreams

Lorrie’s words sing to us: Listen to your heart. Honor your truth. Follow the essence of your dreams. Celebrate even the smallest steps.

Lorrie Bowden


“In fertile soil

may the essence of your dreams

grow into magnificent blossoms.”

~ Blessitude

Listen.  Listen to your heart.

To the place inside that is yearning.

Is there a dream not realized…

Something that won’t go away?

Listen.  Listen to the longing.

Honor the truth

And make a plan.

Your destiny awaits.

I’m really beginning to realize that each and every one of us comes into this world to play a part, or role, that is integral to the whole of the story.

I believe that deep down, in that place that no one else hears, there is a voice that speaks to us and guides us to our destiny.

I also believe that we spend an awful lot of time edging that voice out with the thinking voice in our head.

Here’s to quieting the mind and allowing the essence of our dreams to speak in tones we…

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The other side

The other side

How to describe the way this reaches into my heart, into my past? It helps me love the emotionally wounded child who lived in my woman’s body 13 years ago. I know angels were trying to speak their wisdom to me back then, shaking their heads that it was so hard to get through to me. I am eternally grateful to them for keeping me safe as I returned to my senses. Grateful also to these “Falling Thoughts.”

The Falling Thoughts

That night was so sad and dark

I had no one to share and talk

I was walking in the street

My body froze, it was hard to move my feet

A homeless man was singing

Such a sweet song

And I was thinking

What have I done wrong?

My blood turned into hot tears

They were rolling from my thirsty eyes

My heart was melting

I was looking in the sky

An angel showed up and asked

Hey sweetheart why are you sad?

Did he hurt you again?

Did he cause you pain?

Why don’t you leave him and move on?

I looked and asked

How would you feel if you lost your wings?

The angel wiped off my tears

Gave me a big hug and said

“Can you hear the homeless man who is singing a song?”

Poor man has no place to stay

He might go hungry…

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Come Love with Me, he said

Michelle’s poem takes me back about 14 years to a wounded bird who had to learn this the hard way. Now, I know. I am worthy of deep, respectful love. I am blessed with the one who has earned the right to hold my heart well.

Tell Me About It


Come Love with Me, he said
But I can’t don’t you know
you have to hold my heart gently
and if you don’t I’ll go away
and you will miss my kiss
and my care, and all of me
will be no where to find
because I hide when my heart
if dropped like it means nothing
so for now I shall hold it myself
You haven’t earned the
right to hold it yet
I am a gift
my love is precious
Don’t forget it!

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