Marianne Williamson Quotes from “Enchanted Love”

“Can the purpose of a relationship be to trigger our wounds? In a way, yes, because that is how healing happens; darkness must be exposed before it can be transformed. The purpose of an intimate relationship is not that it

Quote: Redemption & Transformation

“What the river was showing her now was that she could flow beyond the brokenness, redeem herself and fuse once more.” “Now the purpose of her stories had changed. She spun them to discover their meaning. In the telling, she

Pam’s Love Letter

(Written for Pam…Sept. 2009) To find comfort, I must go deep, back, within, Now that I am without. I miss my partner. The fierce lion, the gentle brogue. Companion, lover, opponent, brick wall. You were there … there … there

Shel Silverstein – Little Voice

Come on, now. So simple, so great.

Choosing the Book (A small ode to literature)

Choosing the book is the hardest part.  And so pleasurable.  You walk in and see the stack.  You approach it slowly, with anticipation, knowing there is something there – maybe several somethings – that you want or that you actually

In the Apartment

IN THE APARTMENT (Nov. 2007)   She could not decide whether to stay or to go.  Every which way she looked there was a possibility fraught with danger and insecurity… or happiness and tranquility.  She desperately tried to divine the

Dime Mami (Poem by me for my mother, written Oct. 2008)

Dime, Mami mia. Dime de sus desenganos y de su alegria. Dime de cuando se rompio su corazon por la primera vez, la segunda vez, todas las veces. Y dime de cuando sintio un amor completo, puro, sin dolor. Dime

Me (circa 1973 in the Bronx – by the record player, of course)

12 (or more) Questions for the Soul

(not sure where this came from but I liked it) Who am I?  How do I think of myself?  What are my strengths and weaknesses? Who do I want to be? Why am I here?  Why am I important?  What

Missing Her (Written 11-19-11)

Sometimes I miss my mother so much that I can’t hold back the tears.  Just a little while ago, I went for a walk in my neighborhood and, without realizing it, I was crossing toward the building where she last