How To Live Out Loud
The Invitation a poem by Oriah Mountain Dreamer It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing. It doesn’t interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for …
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The Place Where You Are Right Now
This place where you are right now God circled on a map for you. Wherever your eyes and arms and heart can move Against the earth and the sky, The Beloved has bowed there – Our beloved has bowed there knowing You were coming. I could tell you a priceless secret about Your real worth, dear pilgrim, But any unkindness …
Read MoreBe the Best of Whatever you Are
If you can’t be a pine on the top of the hill, Be a scrub in the valley – but be The best little scrub by the side of the hill; Be a bush if you can’t be a tree. If you can’t be a bush, be a bit of the grass, Some highway happier make; If you can’t be …
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A Biography of Sylvia Plath
Sylvia Plath Writer & Poet Born to middle class parents in Jamaica Plain, Massachusetts, Sylvia Plath published her first poem when she was eight. Sensitive, intelligent, compelled toward perfection in everything she attempted, she was, on the surface, a model daughter, popular in school, earning straight A’s, winning the best prizes. By the time she entered Smith College on a …
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Believe you are Good Enough
Another Poem. This poem is partly my own handy-work, and part of a poem that I found on a toilet door. Yes, you heard right! YOU ARE GOOD ENOUGH… Just as you are. Happy Valentine’s Day X
Read MoreA Poem about Love ~ Rumi
THE ALCHEMY OF LOVE You come to us from another world From beyond the stars and void of space. Transcendent, Pure, Of unimaginable beauty, Bringing with you the essence of love You transform all who are touched by you. Mundane concerns, troubles, and sorrows dissolve in your presence, Bringing joy to ruler and rule To peasant and king You bewilder …
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The Sunday Blues
This is a poem that my friend Stacey wrote for our monthly creative night. The theme was Sunday. I guess we can all associate with those Sunday night blues. The night before we are pulled back into the world of work. The chances are we’ve all felt that anxious, deflated dread that can descend at some time in our lives, …
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