Alone can be a very scary word. Almost taboo. Who asks for a table for 1 anyway? I do on occasion. I'll go to the movies alone, try out new restaurants alone and explore new places...alone. Make no mistake. It can be incredibly fulfilling to go on an adventure with a good friend or a … Continue reading How to Honor Yourself – Travel
Author: Diana West
Writer, graphic designer, photographer, and human just trying to figure out this crazy thing called life.
Working Girl #1
Told to make a decision but, once I made a decision and am ready to move along to the next thing, everyone wants to be a critic. I detest fake freedom. I want to soar. Free of constraints, free of your ego, free of petty plights. Sadly, I understand a leader's abhorrence to a democratic … Continue reading Working Girl #1
A Flower that Ever Blooms
From a seedling, powered by the freshest waves of grief is born a plant.It matures, weak and frail,watered by a fresh and constant flooding of tears.Through the stages of pain it draws strength from its teenage years to adulthood.New buds grow from the center,nurtured in a soil fertilized by the natural cycle of sorrows.The outer … Continue reading A Flower that Ever Blooms
Cat Calls
You call to me your voice laced with sexuality that I do not permit, do not invite. Your eyes burn --- but not with desire. Ignited by something else more base. You're broken. Stripped of title stripped of power stripped of what you think is owed to you as a man. You look upon me … Continue reading Cat Calls
Morning Light
My soul dancing up and down on the rollercoaster of my emotions. I once thought that I was strong, but I find myself tearfully in awe of the majesty of the universe. Its vast propensity for humbleness and forgiveness in spite of all affronts. Simply amazing. If only that I (we) could adopt even a … Continue reading Morning Light
Pretty Little Things
Pretty little things dance on pretty little toes in their pretty little gowns of tule Pretty little things hold a pretty little pose with their faces all made up in rouge that pretty little thing has a pretty doll-like face though the light behind her eyes has disappeared oh you pretty little … Continue reading Pretty Little Things
Caia Rose 