something different . . .

I am still trying to figure all this out . . . a new year, lots of changes to get through.  I still have FB but seems it isn't great for writing.  

I suppose I can write here and have a bit more freedom to express myself rather than just jotting down a one liner to explain the whole day ;)

I'm sure I'll be ramblin' for a few days until I get my sea legs ;) but that's O.K. at least it is a start!

Been so long since I've really done any HTML, this might be a bit of a challenge! ;)

~♥~

words . . .

In words I find substance, seek refuge, meaning and solitude.  At times I also find torment, grief, and hurt in syllables.  I bind echoes of silence on a raging tongue to gain center, harness internal wars.  I've learned to capture and pen sunlight, moonlight and shadows for healing my wounded spirit.  Inscribed on my soul are the muddy footprints of my inner child.  My words cradle me at times in strong arms, rocking and soothing my being. 

So powerful are words, spoken, written, whispered or in song.  Lashing out meaning as a whip to flesh --- softly kissing away hurt in gentle whispers.  Truly spoken from the heart, words turn shadow to clarity.  Times --- no words arise, or a stuttering occurs; a sigh suffices --- the heart drowns in its own murmuring and yearns for syllables to dry its tears.

~Maddy © 2008~♥~

homeward bound

ahhh . . . an evening alone.  A soft breeze whispering through the window and meanders about the bookshelves rustling papers and pages. Time to attend to the mundane and necessary Spring cleaning I suppose.

No silence with open panes, not in the city. No quiet even in the wee hours of morning here. I miss the stillness of the country and will gladly trade sounds soon I hope.With all the stress and constant ugly around me, I find my creativity lost a good bit of the time and the interrupting chaos nearly unbearable. I have been here now nearly three years and it is time to go back where I belong methinks. At last a bit of Spring has finally arrived to warm the bones and cast shadows from sunshine! It has been a long bitter Winter to be sure! A bit too long really.Looking around, I find the thought of moving overwhelming but necessary. I am a gatherer and will need to get organized and ready to travel. I am however excited and looking forward to being close to family and friends again . . . and to feel these feet planted once again at home.~♥~

a mere reflection . . .

Ahhh! The masks we are assigned and even some of our own choosing . . . misleading at times to say the least . . . exhibiting laughter and bliss or ugly and scary as hell, masks nonetheless.  Working hard always to let others catch a glimpse of who we are on the inside . . . an impossible feat most of the time. 

If the eyes, regardless of color, paint, or age, are the window . . . be so revealing . . . the dead, the sullen, pain and suffering, joy and bliss into my soul . . . and I go blind --- then, would my soul shine out through my smile?   My voice, my words?  And I become mute?  Through my touch?  And my hands be cut off?   To be known by the spirit, no outer shell, no mask, no physical being to judge, such a beautiful concept . . .

It becomes hard to hear from people closest to you, children, family, friends . . . about physical traits altered in the course of life and trama . . . they cannot imagine the reflection, a stranger staring out at them from behind the mirror . . . but it is my reality . . . learning to disern, accept the faults, a new mask . . . always searching the eyes, so happy at a glimpse of my old familiar soul.

~♥~

a place for me . . .

Something new . . . a place to put down thoughts and a little verse ;) been a long time away . . . 
~♥~