Purified by Love and Ink

I will meet with my gut doctor in a few hours… to discuss the tummy treatment that comes to an end tomorrow (wooohooo!)… and to schedule tests to see if the medications worked like they were supposed to. My symptoms have shown improvement. I’ve been able to eat more things—including ice cream, raw foods, and a little meat—so that’s already good news. Now to see what my innards have to show. Well, to schedule the seeing… Keep your fingers and toes crossed (your eyes, too). 😉

I leave you with 5 of the blackout poems I’ve shared on Instagram and/or Facebook these last few weeks. Although unplanned, I really like the overall motifs embraced by these poems. I love what they say about self, about storms, about words… Which is your favorite, my Wicked Luvs? Why?

“In Her”
In her,
there is a storm
born of change
and of her magic.
In Her

“Ink”
You can be purified by love and ink.
Ink

“Touch Your Self”
Touch your self with feeling.
Touch Yourself

“Stories”
I am stories.
Stories

“Roots”
In a storm, I found roots.
Roots