Trust

Maybe it feels like the world is in chaos, with a maniac at the helm yelling, “bring on the fire.” Maybe you feel like running away. But trust, calm will return, wrapped in your insight, and you will want to go home again. -Mandy Ricks

Things do change

So, here we are, dare I say again, holding each other tight, perhaps in an effort to stop from falling apart.

But things do change, and maybe they will for us too. And then we can hold each other close, out of love instead of love instead of desperation. -Mandy Ricks

Find the Wild

Find the wild

Listen quietly to the sound of the wilderness

Trees rustling

birds chirping

the breeze whispering.

Breathe all of it in and you will feel like the wisest of us all.

-Mandy Ricks

Writing

Writing can be hard for me, but I feel compelled to continue. To find thoughts that draw pictures and sentences that explain thoughts. To offer intrigue, comfort, and hope. To trigger memories. Maybe sometimes sadness and traumas. Because all of these make up and include life. Astounding and compelling life. The same life that we give thanks for. -Mandy Ricks

Horses and Sunshine

I began to write poems when I was a child. Late at night, in bed, alone with my pen.

My mother and her partner would drunkenly fight and I would write about horses and sunshine.

-Mandy Ricks

Sun and Rain

Is it the rain that makes me sad or is it the ache of emptiness that once was you?

Perhaps I just need to wait for the sun to return and warm my thoughts.

-Mandy Ricks