This is where I've posted my written works, they are my thoughts put to words. Reflections of My Soul, as it were. I hope you will find them interesting. To view this page in its original form with graphics and visit my alter ego SheoWolf, please click here! Thank you for stopping by.

In my first summers, 
the wind and I frolicked in fields of sunshine. 
We made dandelion spirits fly to the heavens 
and watched as they gently returned to earth. 

As my summers grew in numbers, 
my wind and I became strong. 
We danced headlong to unknown places, 
throwing caution aside. 
Those were the summers of my youth. 
The summers of seeking. 
The wind and I danced a rebel's dance. 

Soon the wind softened, we danced to another song. 
This dance brought a lover's kiss to my lips, 
A gentle caress to my cheeks. 
As we danced, I learned to love and be loved. 

Many summers have passed and now it is fall. 
The wind whispers to me and holds me close. 
It has become a soft warm breeze and sings to me. 
While we wait to dance our final dance... 

Yes, I have danced with the Wind... 

Whispers behind her back, 
Whispers just above a whisper.
Not loud enough for all to hear, 
But loud enough for her to hear...
"heart of stone", 
She hears carried on the soft winds.
The words wound, they words hurt.
The words cause tears to start.
Her heart whispers...
"not always did we have a heart of stone."
She smiles a secret smile. 
Remembering different whispers.
They were together, they were apart.
She dries her tears.
Now she whispers
"yes, a heart of stone...
Never to be broken again..."

So softly did you enter my world
I hardly knew you were there.

I turned and saw you
You greeted me with a smile, called me friend.

We chatted like magpies,
found we were like spirits.

Like children under a blanket
we shared secrets and dreams, tears and laughter.

You share your wisdom with me
I learn from you.

You are a beacon of light
guiding me through the shadows.

You are sister, you are friend you are 
Sequoyah...

In this season of my life, I look back to see the roads I have traveled and there have been many. I remember those who have touched my life, some more than others. I wonder how I have touched their lives. I remember loves who have come and gone.

Many say it is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all. As I sit here listening to the music of life, I wonder how one can lose a love? Some I have loved and who have loved me, even for a brief moment, are not physically in my life. They have gone on to other loves. So love does not get lost, it continues on a different path. It continues to grow in other places. The person may be gone, but the memory of their love  has stayed within my memory. 

There have been loves in my life that were bittersweet. But, even those loves were filled with magic at one time. Even those loves can bring a secret smile to my heart and a cherished memory to mind.

So, I ask myself, how can love be lost? Love can only be lost if one chooses to lose it. I must not lose the memory of the loves I have known. Love is such a precious gift. I must learn from those loves and build on them, so that  I and my heart will be ready for yet another love, if one should find us.