
Sometimes
The simple act of cleaning a toilet
Can feel like redemption
-gws

Sometimes
The simple act of cleaning a toilet
Can feel like redemption
-gws

In the middle of difficulty lies opportunity
Trust yourself
In the midst of chaos, find your calm
Embrace the unknown
Everyday is a second chance
Keep going
-gws

If you miss me
When you miss me
Fill the emptiness with music and dancing
I call on the photographers, poets, dancers, writers, creators, dreamers
I have left a hole in this world to fill and it's up to you to fill it
My light may be extinguished
But the spark remains
And I pass it on to you
To light the darkness with creation
If you miss me
When you miss me
Create boldly
Sing loudly
Dance joyfully
Write prolifically
Daydream often
If you miss me
When you miss me
Cook your favorite meal
Watch your favorite movie
Make a date with friends
Buy a new pen and notebook
Wish on the biggest fluffy dandelions you can find
If you miss me
When you miss me
Live a stereophonic life
Make everyday a symphony full of
Crescendos and decrescendos
Adagios to allegros and back again
And let it into your bones
The achingly beautiful and the triumphantly bold
For this is how life is
Textured, varied, colorful and subdued
If you miss me
When you miss me
Remember to laugh often
Speak your truth honestly, but kindly
Live authentically
Love fiercely
Be the spark of magic and madness the world needs
If you miss me
When you miss me
Do the things that bring you contentment
Enjoy them without the burden of guilt
Life is meant to be experienced
And I wish you a lifetime of fulfilling experiences
If you miss me
When you miss me
Make a wish on a star
Write me a letter
Hug someone you love
Surround yourself with love
Walk through the world with love
And compassion
And empathy
If you miss me
When you miss me
Know that I miss you too
I will never be far from you
Ready to celebrate you
Support you
Comfort you
Love you
From wherever I am
If you miss me
When you miss me
Read this poem
And know I miss you too
-gws

I don’t know what the New Year will bring
But I promise to wake everyday
Loving myself more,
To honor my own needs, and
To breathe life into the magic of my deepest dreams.
It is time for me to live an intentional life.
-gws

I have entered my season of truth
The veil of delusion
Illusion
Deliberate ignorance
Is being peeled away
It is not an ugly truth
I find below the surface
But a blinding
Shining truth
One that offers a promise
Of deliverance from a
Self-imposed bondage
And offers a path
To a beautiful new freedom
-gws

He spoke to me of mechanical wings They appeared within a broken dream Born of fractured thoughts and roughened pieces And so these wings become his thesis Of chrome and shadow His masterpiece risen His body lay fallow Both betrayer and prison However he envisions that he flies As he dreams of untethered skies Let hope be the power to help him heal Born of pain transformed to magic and steel -gws

I hope that when I One day Write my memoir I have learned How to be happy -gws


Ecstasy illuminates
It amplifies joy
Making time feel inconsequential
Grounding me deep in the moment
Called by the here and now
Allowing full presence in the experience of it
Ecstasy demands we be seated in our bodies
To experience pleasure
And laughter
And belonging as part of the great tapestry of living
Our senses acute and engaged
Begging we greedily partake
In the gifts that life offers
Richly
Vividly
Intricately
With all of our senses
Inciting never ending curiosity
And a desire for the bliss of it to never end
-gws


Each time the house shook I knew A storm was brewing With unbridled rage Knew that pools of acrid magma Were rising to the surface Seeking release Each time the house shook I knew That nowhere was safe There was not enough time to escape The maelstrom was coming Wrathful and vicious Seeking release Each time the house shook I knew I would stand against the gale Diving deep into my power Drawing on an ancient strength Of ancestor, element, and divinity Seeking release -gws

If wishes were grains of sand I'd own beach front property If hopes were shooting stars Every night would be the Perseids If dreams were glitter I'd be a drag queen on a Saturday night If fairy tales were real True love's kiss would have delivered me from my waking trials But I do not live at the beach Or sleep below a light-streaked sky I do not glitter on a stage And there is no magical happy ever after I, instead, walk moment to moment Doing my best to keep my feet I rub weariness from my eyes And sadness from my heart And despite myself, I continue to wish and hope and dream Because my dreamer's heart is more stubborn than my jaded mind -gws