Sometimes doubting standing my ground.
The Aftermath of Boundaries
Sometimes doubting standing my ground.
Sometimes doubting standing my ground.
And the transformational power of grieving well.
Solitude has served its purpose.
A pic tells 637 words.
A self reflection on avoiding connection.
Finding inspiration in the wake of a legend.
Invite a man in to taste this space, And he better know how to tread light, Respectful. This is a womb of intuition, A woman cave. Honor the hand prints on the wall. This mind, this delicately sculpted grace, Years in the making, Thoughts carefully aligned, Boundaries steadily defined, Words meticulously chosen, To share honest … Continue reading A Work of Solitude