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.~♥~