Journey of the Heart

That Feeling That Comes With a Loss... The feeling that comes with a loss, that this hole, this gaping absence swallows, too, all that still remains, so that the fragile balance whispers its soulful last, before trailing away ... and what then, is the work of recovery, when you feel now, between worlds, pieces of you bound to the departed, where in the moment you'd rather be, with its borders dissolved in the dark, like you have entered your own dreams, which no longer end, which relieves you. But then, you sigh, or gasp, or choke, and you are brought back to your body, battered and fragile, broken in places, but here, where you've always breathed, where love first came to dance with you. Here, from where the glory feelings arise, here, from where all that you love leaves. Bound to yourself, to your shaky breath where all the promises can be fulfilled, where, one staggered breath at at a time, you can fill your body with everything that exists around you, you can choose ...

I wrote the  freebird fridays  book during one of the darkest seasons in my life... My brother passed away unexpectedly in January 2016, and during this time I was challenged to live the words of truth I am always writing about. Challenged to find the gifts of grace and light in extreme darkness. Challenged to trust Life to carry me when I struggled to carry myself. Challenged to find the seamless love to help bind together the jagged ends of an abrupt time line that made no sense.  Challenged to let life rearrange me, so I could become more than I was before.  Life handed me the question of grief and loss. The celebration love and hope and joy in this book is my response. I will still choose love. Come what may. The  freebird fridays   book is a collection of poems, phrases, art and thoughtful words, which reflect my belief that all of life is a love story. Whether we are learning how to love ourselves, learning how to love somebody...

  My family recently lost a young cousin… At only six years old, he had struggled all his short life with an undiagnosed disease, and when the doctors finally put a name to it they also determined that his time here with family was limited. I wrote this poem in the days after his passing. It is about coming to terms with my own doubts, and about envisioning a place where this small child (and really all of us) will be free from pain and illness, free to run in ways he never could do in this life.   Most who have read this think that it is about finding one's "inner child," and while I can appreciate their perception, I really had something different in mind as I wrote it. To me, it is a prayer of sorts to "never lose hope." For the child that was lost, and the "child" in all of us. Photography by Elena Shumilov  This Cynical Heart by Ginny Brannan Imagine a place with no pain existing, where ills that are carried through li...

  This poem speaks about my pain of not being a mother… My endless longing for this tiny human to call my own. The need to nurture another soul, whilst forgetting to nurture my own needs. How I drowned my creativity in these dreams of a future that was not mine to be. It speaks of the one day where I changed my silence and pain by closing a door. That door.   And how this gave me strength, so much strength. Unfulfilled Hopes by Vladimir Volegov Creativity Reborn by Ulli Stanway I have closed this painful door To open a new one Much more powerful Than I ever thought possible I was like a feather Drifting along In the longing for a little human soul To call my own Tears, so many tears I have found my place My silence Has become my strength I am content No child Not in this lifetime I am good, so very good I bless all the mothers out there For they are god’s precious gift My creative ...