Letting something go.


The dry air crackles. His voice rubs away like sandpaper. White light begins to pour into the room as if to rescue me, but I’m a goner already.

His beady eyes hold no shine as words blow through his mouth and hit me squarely. I start to feel small, smaller and alone –even though everyone is there; they all hear him.

I smell the burn as bile builds slowly in my mouth. I swallow. I seethe. I see the challenge hanging there.

And I let it drop to the floor.

Written during Creative Flow with Julie Peters, Maya Whole Health, Renton WA –February 2012

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Letter to my brain.


Brain, my friend,

I’m all around you. Why do you close your eyes?

We’re the ebb and the flow, simpatico

Our lives are intertwined, like the grape and the vine

When Body is in the Gap

you’re the Red Arrow and I’m the White Room.

Come on, hold my hand. You hum, I’ll sing.

~Your loving Heart

Written during Creative Flow with Julie PetersMaya Whole Health, Renton WA –February 2012

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