LAMPLIGHT

Nine times out of ten I like talking about other people–to other people.

But, there’s this period between dusk and dawn that belong to my thoughts–to me.

My pen enjoys the fluidity of writing the mockery in “M”, elucidates laughter from the soul in the “E”, leaves out (purposefully) the harshness of the confusing “Y-O-U”.

Selfishly, she sometimes dots an “I” without batting any, chooses not to play for a team so works independently for awhile.

But as the sun peeks perspicaciously over ‘City of Oaks’–we better start our day–together.

Wildlings

When conversations are between one person–I find myself hovering–the “out of body experience” we all feel when lectured to by an ‘OUTSIDER’.

We are Grateful, Glad, and #Blessed, that the ‘OUTSIDERS’ know not of our Suffering–but where does it end? The diatribe. When will we be understood with Grace and Empathy; when our Truth is not of insult but just that: our hearts are speaking.

Sometimes we are locked in frozen chambers–a tundra so vast and dry, the only other contact are those that also inhabit here.

Grateful to you, my frozen Sisters, Brothers of the “Night’s Watch”: We ‘Wildlings‘ couldn’t do without your protection–left here to ascend our Wall alone…