Picture the horizon, any horizon where the earth touches the sky, and envision it opening like an eye. See specks of light in the pupil of t

Poem of the Week: Bloodstone Mirror by Cleo Bell Minutes tick weeks float like the snow transition from Mother to Crone— reading devotionals writing poems signs show a path On my way home. Shadow work casting light joy lost to joy gained crushed then pray and pray wounded dreams back into day Patterns snagged instincts speak louder than any pain. Heart and mind this young crone knows true love is divine I trust in the Lord. Midwinter past my own seeds I plant still growi

“Do you know what a prophet is, Cassie?” “Hmm. Like a psychic who predicts the future?” “Not quite. Psychics are people with an excess of

You’ll drown me, and I’ll let you— and I’ll love it— because I’m safe with you.

“Breathe in the tranquility, exhale the strife. A relaxing vacation is a melody of life.” —unknown Mom and Dad are pretty different. Mom...

“He lives most life whoever breathes most air.” —Elizabeth Barret Browing I am blessed to have my mother. She is the strongest person I...

The term “superhuman” is being applied to artificial intelligence (AI). Why? Because it uses everything that is uploaded and produces...

sun shines through leaves casting rhythms dancing light and free

(Poem of the Week) She Picked You But then she didn’t Needing something in the moments past the untouched of what was hinted. She did...

“There are many ways to tell the truth. It’s an art.”― Thích Nhất Hạnh, The Art of Communicating   The art of conversation, first and...

(The found letter) Dear Key of C, You’ve been kind to me Always showing the way home Into the middle Into the in-between The places I see The place to be. Hearing melodies Truths unveiled like a bride and groom naked on their honeymoon. Bare, pure not here or there but in the timeless everywhere and nowhere. —Cleo Bell #CleosLetters #TwilightLetter Dear Key of C was written for TwilightLetters.com

“Until you make the unconscious conscious, it will direct your life and you will call it fate.” —Carl Jung I’ve blogged a lot about...

Today is voting day. So, I felt it was the right time to blog about information overload. However, this blog is written to guide others...

(Poem of the Week) A thought blows in I take a breath Wonderin’ where he is There’s just somethin’ about that man Dancing eyes—wicked grin— I’d love to hear that southern voice and carry it on this wind— My fire burns beneath this Autumn moon With a flower in my hair I’m thinkin’ about You Whispering kisses, I call you to me Make me your favorite dream See me Hear me Watch the wind flying around me Give it a try Open your eyes Baby Come and get me. —Celia Blake All rights res

Poetry in chance I gaze / upon a page a pic a post / I'm lost now / my plans are toast . . . lucid dreams this dark, wet night

Proverbs 4:23 instructs us to guard your heart with all diligence, for from it flow springs of life . What does that mean to you? I...

Dear Orange Window is a letter from Cleo to October. Written for Twilight Letters.

Rejection Hurts Some people reach out to others and receive little or no response or do things for others and get little or no...

I'll loung in the tree tops purring /I'll hop through the brush in a scurry /I'll charge through rivers /or cut ocean waters /I'll chatter /

Baxter believed in the unbelievable. He loved superhero movies. Church was a place of great joy for him. Art was a passion, especially...