We are not only “evolving” our Selves, we are “evolving” the entire human race. What we are doing, we are doing not only for us, but for every other living member of our species. What we are going through, we are going through not only for us, but for all other people. We are creating… Read More
There is much that has been said about falling in love. It is the stuff of songs, poetry, movies and novels. Yet there is a perception in the modern woman’s world, that wanting another person to share your deepest secrets with is somehow admitting vulnerability or neediness. I believe that we only grow through our… Read More
I would like to tell you that things have been fantastic since I’ve been living on my own, but frankly, I have struggled. And in my struggle, my eating disorder has reared its ugly head. I have stopped listening to my hunger/satiety and instead been living off “lite’n’easy” frozen meals washed down with lashing of… Read More
Love comes like a breeze with great fragrance, fills your heart, and suddenly where there was a desert there is a garden full of flowers.
This evening I was getting dressed to go out for a drink. It is colder this evening so I went looking for some black socks to go with my boots and black pants. There, pushed to the back of my drawer were the socks that Mr Katie bought me during my pirate craze. They are… Read More
In the barren wasteland of cyber love carefully constructed words are artfully crafted through the journey of a multitude of encounters, and yet I still hope for that unexpected, overlooked treasure. My romantic heart is weary and parched from the promise of different which turns out to be the same after all. There is a… Read More
The pain that I cause exhausts me There is no relief in the light The darkness beckons with its lure of a different kind of pain Red Raw Jagged around the edges Blackened blood congealed around wounds Self inflicted harm Bingeing on food now seems inadequate The siren song of oblivion is sung by different… Read More
Barely able to breathe, they cannot keep their hands from each other. In defiance of the stares from the lesser mortals in the room, they press against each other and search for warm, liquid lips.
What is the nature of that kiss that goes beyond more than acquaintances but has not yet evolved into the passionate kiss of lovers?
It is the first kiss — the one that takes place in silence.