A sampling of original prose, poetry, and musings as well as updates on creative projects and items of inspiration.

Beyond the bedroom window

Beyond the bedroom window trees are dancing

Sashaying branches and twirling leaves

Keeping time to a silent melody tripping on the breeze

Below the ballroom canopy we slip out of now and here

Limbs intertwined by shallow breath and the rhythm in our veins

Eyes closed a life appears - beginning just like this

Two seekers pressed back to front in a little forest house

There is no vacancy here. No dusty books in boxes 

No memories begging to be relived and not forgotten 

A home scented of sandalwood echoing with laughter

Where time passes sweetly and dreams are waking things

This is our place. Our home in the trees…

Chelsea Cody