Shedding Skin. Dear Intimacy…

...I'm not sure I've actually felt you. My imagination is probably sparked by movies and novels. I'm not sure I'm capable of being intimate. Have I made you something that I can't have? Have I put you so high up on a pedestal, that you're unreachable?  I want to crawl up on your lap. I want to feel you squeeze me so tight I squeal.

Unleash Your Tongue.Heart Whisper Word-Smithing.

Do you sometimes find yourself  crafting words differently than the Common Dictionary? Although some would say I 'cheat' at Scrabble, I consider myself extra creative with words. Even today, I spent over an hour perusing a thesarus to build my vocabulary. Here's some words that I used today in a Heart Whisperer session.  It's as if... Continue Reading →

Until now, I imagined you to be made out of cold metal. I demanded you to never waiver and be heavy like a ship’s anchor to hold me still...

In the meantime…

Today's Shedding Skin Writing Practice gave me a lift: In the meantime I look up. Lifting my eyelids is like lifting heavy weights. To keep from looking down, I’m determined to direct my attention.

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