In the quiet moments between heartbeats, I find solace. At 60, (almost 61) life unfurls before me like a cherished manuscript, each page inked with memories and dreams. The years have etched wisdom and osteoporosis into my bones, and I savor every breath as if it were a rare vintage wine. Perhaps it’s the awareness—the realization that time is both finite and infinite—that lends vibrancy to my days. The sunsets are more vivid, the laughter more melodic. I’ve learned to dance with impermanence, embracing the fleeting beauty of existence. Life, like a seasoned traveler, carries its own compass. It navigates … Continue reading Embracing Life at 60

In the cavern of my chest, a crimson sentinel stands guard—a heart forged from elastic steel. It beats with unwavering courage, defying the tempests that rage within my mind. Each pulse, a testament to resilience, a rebellion against chaos. Magnificent, indeed. But what of the thing in my head? That intricate machinery of neurons and synapses, where thoughts collide like celestial bodies in cosmic dance. It, too, possesses its own kind of bravery—the quiet valor of understanding, the audacity to question, and the vulnerability to feel. The red thing in my chest and the thing in my head—they converse in … Continue reading Resilience Unbound

Please be gentle with me. I carry the anger of fallen angels, carefully tucked away behind the memories I’d rather forget. My silence mirrors the calm before a hurricane, and today, I feel like a category 4 storm brewing within. If you’re reckless, take heed: I am a red button, accidentally pressed, morphing into a nuclear war. But beneath this tempest lies fragility—a delicate existence akin to coffee stains on a cherished wooden table, stubbornly refusing to fade away. So, when you touch my soul, be soft, be tame, be tender. For I am everything or nothing—a fragile human being … Continue reading Be Gentle

In the quiet of your existence, you are a symphony of ancient elements. Your body, a testament to cosmic alchemy, mirrors the fierce grace of lionesses. Three-quarters water, coursing through veins and sinews, you carry the same liquid force that shapes mountains and carves canyons. Your DNA, a delicate script etched across the eons, whispers secrets shared with wolf genes—the same twenty amino acids weaving life’s intricate tapestry. When doubt clouds your reflection, remember: the air you inhale fuels the inferno of forest fires, consuming all in their path. You are the breath of combustion, the spark that ignites transformation. … Continue reading Cosmic Reflections

I fall in love with words that unveil the mysteries of self, that illuminate the path to understanding another. These words, like gentle caresses, speak to the core of my being, revealing truths that lie hidden beneath the surface. In the inquiry of what makes me interesting, I find a mirror reflecting the beauty of curiosity and connection. The touch of skin, the warmth of hands, these are the moments where love breathes life into the mundane. Tired eyes, worried eyes, anxious eyes—they all tell stories of vulnerability and strength, of battles fought and won. Fierce eyes, burning with an … Continue reading Symphony of Love