Creative writing has always been a passion of mine and expressing myself through words in a way that honors and represents our human experience is very dear to me. I hope you enjoy my writings and find them insightful and lead to introspection for you as readers.
I am musical. I am a poet, a writer, a scribe…I am strong. I can and will honor the authentic self and can befriend my shadow side. It’s Christmas Day and the greatest gift I give myself is me. I do not have to feel lonely to be alone. I
I am the one who embraces his inner child – with all his pain, his joy and his imagination. I am the one who walks and talks with him – protecting him from my shadow side. I am the one who consoles him, heals his wounds and reembraces his innocence.
I am the one who is wise. I am a spiritual being and am blessed to have wisdom and truth seekers in my inner circle. I am the one who is authentic – recognizing the connection to the Divine within. I am the one who is linked to the earth
The light within darkens when I forget my daily baptism. A sports hero: my envy, my passion haunts my dreams. The steeple, even with a bicycle seems unreachable. If I could water ski to somewhere away from the pain but I know wholeheartedly that I cannot. The cream-colored angel tells
I’ve recently been traveling more frequently to my hometown, Milwaukee, Wisconsin, USA, due to my mother’s failing health as of this writing. As I grow even closer with both my mother and father as they continue to age, I find myself fulfilled, wise, disciplined with impressive self-control each and every
As the rain season begins, I seek rebirth. From grayness and wetness, we can grow – transform and spring forth into a fresh renewal filled with promise. As the days grow longer and the nights shorter, while we can thank the moon goddess for her emotional wisdom, it is now
And once the spark ignites a passionate fire, the intertwining of two bodies, two spirits become a slow dance under the Moon Goddess. Our mutual desires are not only quenched by a connection of the flesh, but also a uniting of the spirits. The lips become the primary method of
Wanting bliss, but its more numbness to hide the darkness and to truly understand what is the dark about the darkness. My passion feels misguided chasing less of the things that bring a different kind of joy, an organic, not manufactured joy. Today I give myself grace as well as