Author Archives: eaglebear204

There’s a little girl I know, with dimples in her cheeks and a light of curiosity shining in her eyes. Young and naive she lives in a world yet to be tainted by fears and worries known as adulthood. She is quick to laugh, often smiling to herself at a joke or limerick trapped insideContinue reading “Hide-and-seek”

The snow started fallingto keep up with the temperaturesThat went from 70 to zero A drop into freezingFrom sunshine dazed gloryOver night without warning These knots in my neckSlid down along my backCramped and in painIts chronic inflammation What do I carry?What all am I bearing?I thought I had better knowledge of balance Yoga reposeIContinue reading “Stress”

“The function of education is to teach one to think intensively and to think critically. Intelligence plus character – that is the goal of true education.”-Martin Luther King Jr. MLK had a dream. But he also had a voice, and we still hear it today. Inspiration if we listen. I have a dream. That kidsContinue reading “I have a dream too.”

I knew you when I saw youSomehow you were like meBlonde and blue eyedWith too many things to say Laughing at stories playing out in your head, careless as the moon rising up at nightWhat do you hear? What’s that you’ve thought? I can see it in your eyes when they look into mine YouContinue reading “Words”

Self talk. I’ve begun to notice something about the way I talk to strangers, friends, colleagues, my dog and to myself. I’ve noticed a pattern that one of these things doesn’t belong. In times of stress I’m often the one others turn to to explode, yielding their feelings without much thought, vulnerable in my presenceContinue reading “Talk to myself”

Lonliness. What name do you know him by? Do you know him at all, or do you avoid eye contact pretending he’s just a figment…nothing more than a made up shadow cast upon your wall? I know him personally. I’ve written about his face, his presence, his lesser qualities. I don’t know why, but toContinue reading “Alone-ly Rainbow”

I can’t name this thing that I feel. I can’t see it’s face or know it’s purpose. Only it’s presence lingers and resurfaces. I’ve been here before wearing this coat, or maybe it’s more like long underwear hidden from others layering me like a second skin. Heavy like a suit of armor, or maybe it’sContinue reading “War”

I can remember the feeling, turning 18 and not having the slightest inkling of what I wanted to do with my life. Life was routine, childhood at its best. My comprehension of the world shaped by a high school job and the terror of completed college applications moving too fast pushed my life beyond aContinue reading “Voice”

Thanksgiving. A day traditionally celebrated with family and too many courses of food. A day often layered in obligation for many. A calendar reminder of loss, pain or difficulty. Dealing with drama or forced time with difficult family ties, fights deciding who gets which holiday year after year. Unwelcome reminders of loved ones who’ve goneContinue reading “Thanksgiving”

Blackness. Sometimes I feel blanketed in blackness, like a giant picked me up and hid me in his pocket. Life feels far away up off the ground, people and connections paused even though I’m still at home. Life is busy and full a rapid series of catch up, meeting here and there living by myContinue reading “Orbits”