Thought you’d skipped town for good. Yet I keep catching glimpses of you creeping around again, under the clutter in my messy house and behind the quinoa in my secret stash of Oreos. Continue reading Hey Depression, old pal
a poem of connection Continue reading Morning Thoughts
This new poem came from the deepest place of connection. It is a very personal description of my reunion with spirit during my recovery journey, and a nod to the divine within us all. Continue reading Spirit Guide
Veil lifted, moon bright.Ghost and ghouls rise, clambering.Spirits wake tonight! ©Vixen Lea 2020 Continue reading Halloween Haiku
We must remember that our power is unique from that of men but no less mighty. Women become stronger when we collaborate rather than compete; assist instead of force; nurture instead of coerce. Continue reading We are the Feminine (what the world needs now)
Moving video honoring the power of womanhood Continue reading To be a Woman
There stands a pin oak
straight and sturdy in our front yard, her trunk mottled by
nubs of amputated limbs, lobbed off for daring
to venture too close to a neighbor’s roof;
here is where the bark grows stronger, each wrinkle
a testament to her wisdom
and survival Continue reading Lessons from the oak
Dear Humans of the World:
I have one question for you.
What are your dreams? Continue reading One Question: What are your Dreams?
This was a fun and liberating creative writing exercise: I went back through my journals dating from the start of the coronavirus closures and read through my scribbles. I pulled out words and phrases that jumped out at me. Once I pieced them together I had created a poem that described the twisted and ragged weeks of quarantine and reopening. Continue reading Pandemic Journaling
Middle Age. Middle Ground. Halfway Point. Up the hill; down the hill; over the hill.
What’s next? Who am I now? Continue reading The Middle Ages