Monthly Archives: January 2016

I forgot to listen.

Posted on January 30, 2016 by Carolyn Riker

I forgot to listen to the sound of silence at the first light of dawn and yet the ocean came to me in my mug, the gentle roar of waves tiny elliptical escapes of bubbles tapping the ceramic and dancing … Continue reading →

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It is better to be alone.

Posted on January 29, 2016 by Carolyn Riker

I spent years walking the cobblestones of ancient lands. Lyrical lush languages were spoken on the tongues of heart. We had young memories and laughs, promises and hopes; but compassion was a dream for reality spoke. Truth isn’t always lovely. … Continue reading →

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It was a dream: Just do you.

Posted on January 29, 2016 by Carolyn Riker

“Just do you” – came through in a dream last night. I vaguely remember the rest except for a lot of feelings. Of course, I thought I’ll remember, “Just do you” in my semi-sort-of-not-really-awake-space-at-the-earliest-part-of-non-sunrise. “Shhh, let me sleep.” But thoughts … Continue reading →

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Sitting with Unease isn’t Easy.

Posted on January 29, 2016 by Carolyn Riker

I should figure it all out right-this-second. I should know what to do! Yet I don’t have a clue. Sitting with unease isn’t easy. It’s sort of the feeling of being sideways, at the tip of a rollercoaster while the … Continue reading →

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Magic and soul and heart

Posted on January 12, 2016 by Carolyn Riker

Maybe there’s battles we fight and there’s ghosts and villains of memories present and past. Maybe it’s a cross section of a generational nightmare and our soul and bones ache with the cadence of voices. I believe you. Maybe there’s … Continue reading →

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Surrender to dreams.

Posted on January 6, 2016 by Carolyn Riker

And night came with such simple serenity, I surrendered into breath of pointillism; where silence is liquid and thoughts continue as dreams.  

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Stardust of hope.

Posted on January 6, 2016 by Carolyn Riker

Rest deeply, the tenderness of heart beneath the stardust of hope, the dew of compassion, the rekindling of trust and the blessings of ancient souls.  

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Winter: be still.

Posted on January 2, 2016 by Carolyn Riker

Winter’s circumference translates silence. Ebony brings a blanket of comfort in the stillness until a late rising dawn. Moon, always there. A half blink of shadow, a crescent of an eyelash, opulent in fullness, spellbound in nothingness, and my true … Continue reading →

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Love speaks in actions.

Posted on January 1, 2016 by Carolyn Riker

I might have to write, when the sun settles into the curve of shadows dancing on walls. I might have to calm the creases and distill my heart’s song. The serendipitous nature of prose, touches tangential streams of harmony. Love … Continue reading →

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