Tucked away in my little Tropicana orange Are all the little folded pieces of paper Each with one of my secrets safely written Things I need to let go Things I trust are figureoutable Things my mind was obsessing over... Continue Reading →
Every step I take is planned, calculated... And I trip. I stumble and fall, scraping my hands and knees, looking around in bewilderment I keep trying, stepping, and falling Not listening When I stop and listen, tapping into my heart,... Continue Reading →
Gypsy Aurora Musings 