The Light Within

Wife. Mother. Poet. Inspired by this human experience (both joyful and painful). I hope you find some light here.

We are echoes of time. I happen to like writing about that.

widowed, father, voyager

I am a mother, a sister, writer, a friend, a truth-seeker, animal lover, retired social worker/therapist, and amateur philosopher. Notice what comes first. I write to learn what I really think.

Only alive because of caffeine and poetry. My writing focuses on grief although once in awhile an upbeat squirrel sneaks in. ko-fi.com/tangle79

I'm a teacher and writer. My poetry has appeared in Abridged, Shooter, Ink, Sweat & Tears and The Alchemy Spoon.

Longtime seeker for home and belonging. Gradually finding it in the Earth and on the inward path that reveals that I never left home to begin with.

I’m a poet and photographer. Reading helps me survive. Writing helps me make sense of what I’m trying to survive.

Sojourning with my husband and seven children. Loving. Writing, editing, and living our story. Having fun. Doodling. Thankful and hopeful.

Reads everything, feels everything, writes poetry and essays. Author of the poetry collections Murmurations and Tender is the Light. Neurodivergent. Literal treehugger.

I’m a poet living with chronic illness, writing through the changes of life and the emptiness. This is where I write reflections on what it feels like to live inside a changing body.

a place for artistry // I create things from various mediums; words, yarn, clay, paint, flowers

Welcome! This is where dreams float and stars sing me lullaby! A healthcare professional believing that readers and writers have a symbiotic relationship! "Be kind. You never know where and how you will end up." Me.

My poetry reads like the teenage me shoulder tapping at the laundry mat, hoping to get a bottle at the liquor store. -PD Hurt

I am a stress management and historical trauma specialist, Yoga-Informed Addiction Recovery Coach, ancestral clearing practitioner, and best-selling author, focused on the Light.

I really appreciate you being here. My name is Phill, I'm from a place called Wakefield, which is in Yorkshire (UK). A father of two boys, dog and cat owner and pain in the neck to Adele.

If you think you hear music in my poetry, you are not mistaken. Formerly a violinist and a composer, my music lives now in lines and stanzas. It is the rhythm of remembrance you feel when you hear my words.

Depth Charge: Weekly Poetry ~ Journalling With Jodi

\ud83c\udf41Poet. Armchair philosopher. Rabid agnostic. Random acts of kindness. Storyteller. Istvan Markan writes. Sometimes good. Sometimes naughty. \ud83c\udf41

Poet and scribbler of novel in progress...

Napalmjax Protocol activated. I write doors not explanations. Welcome to DOORWAYS I.D.N.O.D.- Ignorance Does Not Open Doors

My faith leads me. My philosophy guides me. My words convict me. I am guilty of love. (Feel free to use any pronoun to describe me. It's all good.)

Irish writer, overthinker, reluctant adult. Humour is cheaper than therapy. Stories about Ireland, motherhood, and stuff that gets under my skin. Glorious chaos.

A landing spot for the ones who live in the space between silence and yearning. Who crave softness, intensity, truth, and touch. No answers here. Just breath and ink. Only always.

Processing life one page at a time. Reflections, stories, poems, and lessons on heart break, friendship, self love, and motherhood.

Poet + photographer. I play cello almost daily. I find meaning in small details of nature and peace paddling on water. My dogs are my heart floating outside my body. I think we have a lot to learn from trees.

Living near to Dùn Èideann. I am an Ovate Druid. Trying to create an identity , recreate a needing, negotiate a path with Grief. Learning to paint and write my own poetry. Vegetarian now Vegan.

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