Poetry Friday
The free bird leaps on the back of the wind and floats downstream till the current ends and dips his wings in the orange sun rays and dares to claim the sky. But… Continue reading
The free bird leaps on the back of the wind and floats downstream till the current ends and dips his wings in the orange sun rays and dares to claim the sky. But… Continue reading
A few weeks ago, a reader called Mary, left this comment on Journeying Beyond: I’m glad I stumbled on this site. No one tells you how your going to feel after. The emotions,… Continue reading
Autobiography in Five Short Chapters I I walk down the street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk I fall in. I am lost … I am helpless. It isn’t my fault.… Continue reading
For Belonging May you listen to your longing to be free. May the frames of your belonging be generous enough for your dreams. My you arise each day with a voice of… Continue reading
91 dropped and falling from such heights for so long that maybe I will have enough time to learn flying Vera Pavlova
As I Grew Older It was a long time ago. I have almost forgotten my dream. But it was there then, In front of me, Bright like a sun— My dream. And then… Continue reading