I cannot choose how others behave. I can only choose how I will react. I will choose the actions that protect my serenity. -gws
Choice
Author: Words Wishes and Wisdom
I'm a NorCal mom working tech, raising young children, navigating marriage and divorce, life, work, and the emotions around it all. This blog grew out of my IG account where I share poetry, prose, and other posts that I hope speak to the soul. This blog primarily features my poetic musings and other writing. I hope you find something that speaks to you while you're here.
Opinions
The only opinion of me that matters is my own. -gws
More
I am so much more than the expectations of others. -gws
Growing Up
It's so beautifully sad when our children cast off who we have known them to be to start creating who they wish to be. -gws
My Narrative
I hold the pen that writes my narrative. I determine what my truth looks like. - gws
Light
I will tie starlight into my curls And paint my face in the deepest hues of garnet, ruby, and sapphire I will weave a gown from moonlight And trim it with lace born of pale sea foam and iridescent spider webs I will wear slippers shaped from silvery moss And adorn my throat in strings of silver and moonstone I will pull light from the edges of the darkest shadows And wrap it around myself like a cloak I will pull the reflected starlight from the water And craft a crown of dancing luminescence I will present myself beneath the radiant moon in this glowing finery And with Her blessing, I will shine as a reminder to all That there is no darkness without the light -gws
Autumn Memories 3
Gray mornings where the fog veils the landscape in its cloak of chilly mystery and muffles the sounds of a busy fall commute -gws
Autumn Memories 2
Vibrant yellow ginkgo leaves gilding the sidewalks in the tea-colored afternoon sunlight. -gws
Autumn Memories 1
I miss foggy autumn mornings in San Francisco having breakfast with my bestie in his haunted apartment in a building which was once a Gilded Age brothel. -gws
Death
The dead are not lost to you. They are changed. They are transformed. You have not lost them. You are feeling lost without them. Feel. Be. Grieve. Watch. Listen. Be present. They will make themselves known to you when you are both ready. Death feels like loss, but it is really just change we lack the skills to comprehend. -gws
Words Wishes and Wisdom 