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Letter to Myself

I journal pretty much everyday. Somedays, without thinking, I start writing to myself as if I am someone else. My subconscious knows when I need that space, to get outside of my head and see myself for who I truly am and nurture myself the way I would a loved one. I wrote this in my journal a few days ago, and thought I would share…

Your happiness is your own Cecily. Your peace is your own Cecily. Look at how much you have grown! Finding happiness in little things has always been one of your magically innate skills – one no one could make you unlearn. And that’s why I believe in you so fiercely, so lovingly, because you have been yourself your whole life. It’s like your Godmother said, “Only the loving find Love, and they never have to search for it.” You’ve always been loving, never had to search for it. But now you have clearer eyes to see and appreciate the blessing that is you. You have a clearer mind and can recognize and distinguish between a controlling action disguised as Love, or a fearful action disguised as Love, from a freeing, truly loving action. You can see it in everyone and have empathy, but most importantly, you can see it in yourself. You can see yourself without pretense more often now and that is a blessing. You recognize the masks you wear for what they are and can shed them more often. Thank God for that! Thank God for the Universe, and your ancestors, and all the signs and omens. Thank God for this moment. Everything becomes reconciled as you step towards yourself unafraid. Thank God for that!

Lessons of 2016: Affirmations

I wholeheartedly believe in the power of affirmations and positive speech. Showing ourselves kindness, patience, and compassion is the foundation of all else we are able to do.

The following phrases have changed my whole state of being:

All will be well
I am more than enough
I radiate love
I love myself
I believe in myself
I am supported
I am loved
I have all the time I need

Feel free to add to my list with the words or phrases that center & uplift your spirit.

Journal Entry 7/1/15

I just wish we could love and understand each other. But that’s almost wishing we were different people (There’s a song in that). I’m still grieving, and it’s difficult for me to keep saying to myself, “It’s for the best,” when so many parts of me reject that idea, the finality and dismissiveness of that. But I can’t fight or be in denial either of what is. This is. And that’s the answer. To be more present, to just be grateful. I am thankful for the universe conspiring to teach me, even the hard lessons.

I am love.

We Built A Room

We built a room
Padded it with all the unknowns
Stuffed our fears into the corners
Painted it orange and blue.

We built a room
Using all our shared tools
You put in your iron
I laid out my quilts.

We built a room
With an open air window
Through it we watched the moon
Traded stories of waning and waxing.

We built a room
A place where touch was sacred
Where eyes were full
And where truth breathed freely.

We built a room
Dozed off to breezy rhythms
Woke to piano-rich melodies
Spent the day humming.

We built a room
You stepped out for a moment
Gave me a wink through the window
I dug my fears from beneath the floorboards
And waited for your re-entry.

National Poetry Month – 7

Flower Girl

I had a dream I was a tulip: pink & perky, blooming in the rays of your gaze. I awoke from this floral dream to find myself crippled by clutter: stacks of paper piled high, sprinkled bits of broken jewelry, flailing sirens zipping by. I hear you whisper, “This life is an unholy alter for you, God’s most delicate creation.” I feel my soft pink wings catch the wind of your breath and fly me back to my home of moist earth. I will wait for you here, basking in late summer sun, hosting honey bees & tattooed butterflies. One day I’ll know you beyond the dream, hear your footsteps as you stroll on cobblestoned paths. And if the leaves start to fall before you approach, I’ll be here next year. You already know, my spirit is a pink-stained perennial.

National Poetry Month – 5

Dating Musicians 

I love your music

But I can no longer stand the sound of your voice

So I press pause

But even in the silence

I hear you

Whispering in my ear

“Come here baby…”

So I turn my head

Arms swaying towards your gravitational center

I sense the warmth of your mass

But when I move

You’re no where to be found

Just like always

Just like always

More promise than reality


I tend to write a lot while at others’ shows. Live music inspires me. I just saw the band Phox perform, and I wrote this little thang… :-)

Your face was lost somewhere between something sweet & something soft,
And I was floating somewhere between the stratosphere & the treetops.
Problematic speech far away, somewhere under a thin layer of dirt,
Just beginning to sprout.

Much Love,