Sometimes she felt like the world would rip her apart.
Her whole life she had tried to fit in while her whirling, swirling soul sang songs of madness and passion.
Yet she knew, she knew the madness was her gift.
She knew everybody felt the same only some a little less and some a little more.
She knew this THE MOST when her eyes met yours from across the room and you were relieved.
She could feel that.
She knew this when she heard your stories and she saw how you opened.
She could hear your heart sing just a little bit.
For a moment, you knew you were not alone.
I guess the world would rip her apart but only as much as it would rip you apart and in that was Humanity and Love.
She admired the playfulness of the big SUN – shining and making fun of everything.
She clung to words as if they could save her
and she believed that they could.
Words she had written and words by others
were oxygen AND she needed them to keep going.
She found they whispered to her while
she walked and rambled about.
If she was still for too long they had nothing to say.
If she scurried and hurried they hollered
but she couldn’t hear them.
It was in that perfect balance of move, pause, wander and wait
where they spoke with surety, confidence and wisdom.
She terrified her friends with this thing
she did with a big open heart.
How could she go wrong?
She preferred to embrace and fall in
love with all of the moments and
all of the people who were meant
to take her breath away.
She had always been this way.
Lovely, dusk, and quiet by the lake.
She could hear her boys playing
somewhere behind her but she could really only
FEEL so much peace and STILLNESS.
She was always on the hunt for new dirt roads.
She liked them best when they twisted and turned.
The glimpse around a corner always
inspired her to go a little further.