It was pretty unclear, that face in the mirror, no matter how the glass sparkled.
The image outside might be easily defined, but inside murky depths cast a haze.
So because of the fear, I avoided the mirror. I saw nothing to reflect at or marvel.
Beauty it seemed, was just not for me. In my portrait I saw nothing worth praise.
I am broken.Sharp pieces cut inside;leftovers of what I thought I was.But the world spins fast;Rearranging my jumbled life into new perspectives.And the Sun will rise in a few hours.All…
Today I sat on a park bench watching and waiting People passed by on the street without looking up I wondered why the ground was so interesting. One child dared…
I sat once in a garden swing enjoying a sunshiny day, When on the breeze I heard the talk of flower sprites underway. “Come and sing a song with me,”…
In the earliest moments of morning, Long before day decides to dawn. I lie awake in my bed. Drinking in the drizzle as it Tap dances across my open window …
Traveling life’s bumpy road I’ve found turns around the bend Unexpected ups and downs Acquaintances and friends At times the path leads to a mountain And I struggle with the…
How much gusto have you shown in just the last 4 hours? If you’re like me, probably not enough. It’s so easy to get caught up in the routine of life. We often forget or don’t see the little miracles that surround us daily. We need to fight complacency with all we’ve got and delight in the wonder of everyday moments.
People think time travel can only be found in Science-Fiction, but it’s a lie. Sitting in my room playing that clarinet transported me back over a decade. It felt like I was having a conversation with myself at sixteen. And I asked myself what in the heck took so long to come back to something I love.
Yo Peeps! Welcome to The Vibrant Life Podcast where each week we take a look at ways to live life out loud, in color, and on purpose. My name is…