Step by step.
Slow, deliberate movements.
Arms outstretched, she pulls new life into being.
Evergreen, Persephone, the goddess always in bloom.
The snow melts under her feet as she banishes winter and wakes the earth from her slumber.
Gaea, arise, you are reborn ageless, draped in verdant beauty.
Persephone awaits you.
Call Diana’s moonlit maidens to join the dance, Spring has come.
It was at Golgotha…
Three crosses lined up at Calvary.
A sacrifice was made.
A body broken.
The cruelest death.
An abandonment.
Scorned, betrayed, forsaken by all.
But still he went.
Like a lamb to the slaughter.
And he did it for love.
With his last breathe he conquered death.
“It is finished.”
Famous last words.
A sacrifice was made,
and it was for love.
She comes in with fire cutting through the lingering chill of Winter, ushering in the Spring.
She’s all limbs and languid movements. Never in a rush, arriving perfectly on time.
Like a cat laying in a ray of light at just the right time of day.
She loves doggies and watching people fall.
Especially if they’re doing something stupid, they probably deserve it.
She loves a good laugh, even if it’s at her own expense.
Silly girl, who could possibly laugh at you?
And when she laughs and smirks at the absurdity of living, you cannot help but laugh with her.
I’ve started a review blog called Kastle and Wallace with my friend Betsy.
She approached me with the idea collaborate on a writing project, as we’ve been friends for a long time and used to write together many moons ago on xanga.
So I’ve been working on getting some reviews and some DIY articles together and build up content and a following.
I posted my first one about a week ago and tonight I’m wrapping up my second one.
I’m trying what I can to get my name out there as a writer.
Baby steps.
This is a love poem to the person I hurt the most.
You are enough.
You are worthy.
You are clever and funny and beautiful.
You are so creative.
You are caring.
Your laughter brightens a room.
Remember this.
Remember this.
Remember this when you have your blue days.
Remember this when you find yourself crying and you don’t understand why.
Darling girl, remember you are loved even when you do not love yourself.
The Secret Life of Pandas 