Notes to Self

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

Unintended Consequences

I tried to love you
In spite of yourself
I couldn’t know
That I’d forget
To love me
In the process

-gws

Wants and Needs

Everything's become about 
Wants and needs
So much so
That we forgot 
How to just
Be

-gws

Tell No One

Tell no one your deepest dreams
Those valuable things
That manifest in the heart's nebula
The burning factory of creation
Tucked securely in your soul
They are precious treasures
Composed of ether and moonlight
Not fit for just anyone's consumption
 
-gws

On Entering 2024

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

Dawning

Not everyday will be warmed by the sun
And not everyday will be dampened by rain
Some days we triumph
And some days we feel the sting of disappointment
Everyday dawns with infinite possibilities 
Everyday grants an unblemished fresh start 
Sit at the junction between waking and dreaming a while
And stare at the dawning of possibility
Breaking over the horizon
And when you greet the world each morning
Let the hope of infinite paths
Energize your curious being 
To discover the greatness that awaits you

-gws

The Art of Language

The art of language is a powerful mechanism allowing us to reach inside another's soul through the common threads of experience and the power of imagination to leave a momentary imprint on the soft fabric heart of other's lives.

-gws

Shooting Star

I arrived in this world
A shooting star
Trailing dreams
And magic in my wake

-gws

December First

Autumn prepares to make its bow
As December takes the stage
With evergreen and holly crown
And bonfires ablaze

The cloak of winter deep and white
With whispered grace arrives
While all good folks abide long nights
As snow falls on the pines

Let not the darkness weight your brow
Do light your lamps ablaze
For soon the Solstice will arrive
To return the longer days

-gws

Autumn Had Come

Gold, yellow, red
A carpet of leaves
It crunched beneath their feet
As they played in the light of the golden afternoon
Cheeks rosey and hair wild
Autumn had come

-gws