Joss Burnel aka Jacy Sage
In Marie's Pledge, Marie struggles to come to terms with many things, not the least of which is her mother's death, long ago: Then, of course, comes the question of how dare I? How dare I be so selfish, so self-centered that my mother’s death was all about me? What about her? Maybe she was... Continue Reading →
We think of people who sort out their life, who find themselves, who discover new ways of naviagatingthrough life, as strong or adventurous or filled with courage. It's not easy, and is a time that can be filled with doubts, with wondering why we are the only one whose life is a mess. Kind of... Continue Reading →
It's a red letter day as Mary Lynne's Dream goes live and is available for purchase here. Prologue Mary Lynne, they called her long before she lost her way. Some nights, when all is dark and deep, she hears her name carried on the wind: “Mary Lynne, Mary Lynne”. She buries her head under... Continue Reading →
Yesterday I took it off the shelf in my bedroom from its place of honour. I sat on the floor holding it tenderly in my hands remembering the time I sat outside the city gates dirty and broken while you passed by gathering your skirts so nothing of you would come in contact with who... Continue Reading →
Life presents us with opportunities to grow. Confronts us with our own places of fear sheds light on those things we keep in shadow wanting to give us the opportunity to cheer. To cheer ourselves beyond the limitations to move us out of our comfort zone to expose us to new situations all the while... Continue Reading →
Something different for you today, dear Readers. A recording of my signature poem, "Walk in Beauty"
So, here’s the thing about social anxiety. It bites you in the ass when you least expect it. At the end of a good day, you sit on the couch, or lay in bed, and you just want to die. Yeah, not because anything bad has happened, but because you’ve used up every ounce of... Continue Reading →
A friend posted this on Facebook today. I smiled, thinking, "yes, this is how it works."
Even people who "don't like poetry" seem to have a favourite poem. This is one of mine. It makes me smile and calls me to ponder my own preferences. I prefer movies. I prefer cats. I prefer the oaks along the Warta. I prefer Dickens to Dostoyevsky. I prefer myself liking people to myself loving... Continue Reading →
