Category: Word Journeys (Poems)

  • 5 Reasons Why You Need a Creative Writing Retreat

    5 Reasons Why You Need a Creative Writing Retreat

    One of my favorite ways to reflect and actually have undisturbed, productive and fulfilling time to sit with God, to create, dream, set goals and work has been to have a creative writing retreat. I’m willing to bet, if you’re reading this, you’ve been craving that time for a creative writing retreat, too. Keep reading for…

  • Seashells- A Poem to Ponder

    Seashells- A Poem to Ponder

      We’ve traveled the globe far and wide, but nothing seems to bring as much joy to my heart as a meditative beach walk, seeking truth and time with God among the sands of the sea. After being inspired by our weekend in Captiva Island, Florida, I wanted to share with you this poem about…

  • Busy Season

    This poem inspired by the Wiz/ Wizard of Oz…was from a challenge to conceal (or reveal) something… my words do a little of both… do you see it?   Busy Season Oh, how this season has me deep in its Vibrant, vigorous grasp of task and toil Ever so summoned, engrossed, absorbed- Reaching my depths and…

  • Reset- A Poem for the Digital Age

    Reset- A Poem for the Digital Age

    These social media words and icons have been replaying over and over- finally, I decided to put pen to whispers in my head and here is the result, this original poem about social media and living in today’s connected, digital society. Do you need a reset today?   It is written as much for me…

  • Music is Poetry- Freedom in Words

    The other night, we were watching The Secret Life of Walter Mitty. I giggled when Walter’s sister commented on the great mix tapes he used to make. That was me. Glued late nights to the radio listening for my favorite songs to record and dub and re-record- then mix and give away to friends. When I…

  • Broken

    Broken   I should’ve never said “yes” every ounce of me knew but i was tired- trying to find and hide and hope for true in the tiny pieces of my splitting, shattered, seedling soul.   Drowning in pride. Details and dresses and drama and daddy’s dimes over my head- too young to be good…