Steal from me I thought you were giving to me… Your words of sweetness and feigning interest in who I am. And then they came to a stop, reversed and backed away. No more deep tugging at my heart, No more calls and kisses and hellos. It’s just suspended, short bursts of tiny moments with… Continue reading Steal From Me
Author: Victoria Yeary
Author & Writer & Explorer of the depths of relationships and spiritual aspects of life.
Don’t Try So Hard
Thoughts for every girl: Don’t try so hard to like him, to please him. Try harder to like you, to please you. Don’t try so hard to present yourself. The world is full of people seeking approval. You don’t have to. Just stop and observe. You will learn more about a person’s true character if… Continue reading Don’t Try So Hard
Night is Upon Us- a poem
The Night is Upon Us For the Wolf, by Victoria Yeary, April 3, 2019 The night is upon me and I hear the wolf cry And I wonder if his cry is for me? He is seeking a partner, someone to lie with on cold nights, deep in the forest. And I wonder if it’s… Continue reading Night is Upon Us- a poem
The Other Half of the Bed
It’s Saturday morning,Made coffee and brought it back to bed. I’m tired of coffee. It feels dull on my tongue. I sleep each night on one half, I wake to the other half, neatly tucked sheets without a crease. Where are you my best friend? Where are you my lover? The warmth of your body… Continue reading The Other Half of the Bed
2019-an Odd Year with Odd Surprises?
I have to be honest. I love December- the reason we celebrate it, the decorations! I love the lights everywhere! And I do not want to clean it all up and then welcome the new year. I want December to stay one more month! But here it is- 2019 is almost upon us. And 2019 just… Continue reading 2019-an Odd Year with Odd Surprises?
Christopher Robin and Pooh, Piglet and the 100 Acre Wood
As a child, I had a very distinct abhorrence for Dr. Suess. Who at the age of five has such a strong opinion of someone so famous, so loved? But I did. I thought he was silly and so nonsensical. I did not like him, I did not! I did not like the cartoons my… Continue reading Christopher Robin and Pooh, Piglet and the 100 Acre Wood
Where there are no rooms, no dividers
I have come to call it My God Space. This sacred room in my heart. It is the place of stillness, of being, of being with God. Meditation, prayer, mindfulness, are all words for being in the center of love. It requires letting go of judgements, of ideas and beliefs. We all cling to beliefs… Continue reading Where there are no rooms, no dividers
Hold My Heart
Hold me; hold my heart. Hold it like a lover, softly, passionately. Hold it like a father, protectively, strongly. Hold it like a brother, laughing with me, playing along. Hold it like a best friend, secrets we only know, places we only go. And your heart? It is tucked within mine. It is held like… Continue reading Hold My Heart
Writing as a writer-why we do it
I am staring a digital blank screen on my WordPress. I am not sure what I want to write about yet; I have some ideas. WordPress has become wildly popular, mainstream almost. I think of it as a platform that writers now have but fifteen years ago the closest thing you could get to publishing… Continue reading Writing as a writer-why we do it
When NO is in your face.
When I grab onto something, an idea or a person I feel is suited for me, it's hard to know when to let go, even if there is a big NO in my face. Tenacity, perseverance, faith? Or is it stubbornness, blindness, and idealism? The more the idea (or shall I say ideal) is in… Continue reading When NO is in your face.
