Virgin heart, blessed art thou virgin heart
Thine life, so light and pure wast born
Into the world thou camest to be, virgin heart
Into the earth, thine heart wast soiled Continue reading
My Tender Secret (Poem)
Nov 8 2014
Two drops of water oh so pure
Intertwined on a cloud
Skies colored of a golden hue
Sprinkled stardust all around
My list of favorite baby registry items from Amazon.com! Of course, tastes change and updates happen throughout the years. Though I do not have children as of yet, researching baby items is one of my guilty pleasures, especially because I have lived with both my niece and nephew for years, so that it has made it easy to observe and to understand their needs. I wish I could add EVERYTHING from my baby registry here, but since my list contains close to 300 items, I will try to narrow it down to the brands I prefer, and my most important or useful finds. Do click on the names to access their pages on Amazon:
As an empath, this is often what I do when I do not feel centered and balanced enough to write new poetry: I share past poems that were written in the calm of my own mind by revisiting those old feelings. For empaths, going for trips outside of the home (stores, movie theaters), can often be a challenge that goes as far as blocking inspiration. So I take a break from writing altogether, sometimes going as far as removing myself from social media, and I go back to meditating and reading past writings to reconnect with myself.
I do this because as much as we persons have a lot in common in living this human life, I would never write about others without their expressed written or verbal permission, or without them directly and clearly asking me to write about them. So this is my “you are not balanced enough to write poetry without having someone shocked to read your blog and find that it’s about them” break! This poem I wrote in 2007. I had never experienced it, but I wished to convey what passion would have felt like. For that reason, it sounds more like death than passion, and I may have made some errors writing in Old English (do let me know if you find them so that I may correct them):
This poem I wrote while in college at the University of Houston- Downtown. At the time I was part of the acting team, and helped with building and decorating the sets for the O’Kane theater. This was perhaps the most fun I have ever had; acting was perhaps the best outlet for me, because through it I was allowed to change my personality, and to feel the characters as I wished. That aspect of my self was praised in that environment, and I miss that dearly.
I was also one of the theater’s scholarship recipients, which meant I was responsible for washing the dishes every single day. This forced me to socialize, which was great for myself as a shy person. During this time, I met and fell in like with a guy who was a friend, and happened to already be taken. I liked his personality, and it inspired me to write this poem. He was always very kind, understanding, and empathic. During one of our conversations, we concluded that we must have known each other well in a past life, because we had so much in common in so many ways. This poem is not about him, but inspired by him.