The Thing About Giving Up

“That’s the thing about giving up. You don’t realize you’ve done it until it’s too late.” There are moments where art speaks what your soul has monologued most of your life. Raw exposure of surprised bareness.         Music does this often. Poetry most. And once in a while, the stage – theater …

I see her

Sometimes I see her, wide eyed, eager, searching for someone to introduce herself to. Hand outstretched, smile beaming and blue eyes open, expecting and warm. She carries herself, ever-in-movement, as if everything around her is a ride in a theme park of thrills and she can’t wait to try each one, unable to be still …

Sometimes Hesitant-Wide

Abandon. S    t    r    e    t    c    h           open limbs and fingertips. Stand fast amidst breezes, atop cliffs, through studded forests of shadows. Be wide, unhindered, unobstructed to the scenes around.      Plenty are the possibilities when clutched no longer becomes our posture. …