“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...

There once was a boy named Aaron who liked to look up to the sky. He loved the clouds, the birds, the trees, and the airplanes. He...

A self portrait in words. "She knows true love is divine unchanging and fluid like a still river, a Goddess, an ancestor, a Druid."

I found a love Courageous and . . . Angelic panther, Was I destined for you? If you have nine lives we’ve met in a few— I recognize your...

A new land is born a new scene forms on and on she writes it starts to breathe on its own like an instrument alive.

(Poem of the Week) A monarch man— gentle as a butterfly, willing and able to fly— long distances with your heart of fire— Man of faith!...

The classics remain, but what about the underdogs? What about those authors who published great works which didn’t make it “to the top?"

“Most of what she knew, she’d learned from the wild. Nature had nurtured, tutored, and protected her when no one else would.” —Delia...

Silent swimmer Your old soul frightens me Behind your eyes an ocean of possibilities— I cry for you, keeper of secrets, as you watch, wait, snatch the next memory. Twice you swallowed the clock Leaving me in Neverland to bask in the sun far from you, fierce one... You... smiling at my mischief Wind in our hair feet in the air Blazing kindred spirits Oh, what delight! What existence! As I gaze into crystal waters I see you now, wise one— primal power. Your hatchlings growing b

Indecision is a killer, isn’t it? It causes so much anxiety and confusion. It causes stress that may be harmful to your mental and physical health. So, I’m writing this blog to help bring some clarity to the surface. To answer one big question, you might need to answer a few other questions. So, start with a list and title it with the big question. For instance, “Should I Move to the Country?” Then, below that, answer some other questions. Considering your timeline can help y

While you circle the skies While you watch and wait Wondering if I’m worthy I tread above clear waves While you dive down for your draft...

(Poem of the Week) Double bubble No toil No trouble There are halos here and there and earthbounds in the thinning air. North East- South...