Love Me

Love me, not just my body,
but the curvature of my being.
Take me as I am, as I’ll be.
Give me the quiet music
of your heart. Teach me
the lyrics and tune.

Love me for infinity, and not
just indefinitely. Tell me
we can work, if we work
for it as if it were our livelihood.
As if it were our art.

Love me enough to make
revisions to replenish.
Let me be the black and
blue uprooting your veins.

Love me from the inside out,
where the echos are heard everywhere.
Let me be your irreplaceable.
This body, this spirit, this future corpse.
Let me translate and soothe in a language
that’s never been anywhere but us.

Love me with substance and let our love
be a love of existence. Knowing I’m flawed,
that I’m nothing special but knowing
I’m enough for you.

Love me, like an
idea fully formed, like a love poem
filling the paper to capacity, full of hope,
written at the desk by heart light.

Love me, like yours is the hand
holding the pen.
Let the rhythm belong to you.
Love me, like I’m the
syntax of your verse,
the reason behind your rhyme.

Love me,

Tosha Michelle

The Middle

The middle years brings first a relentless restlessness, that eventually blossoms into a melancholy sweetness, a mindfulness of the passing of years. No bitterness allowed here, only a tender tendency to remind ourselves that the world brightens with grace and gratitude.


We see summer now for what it is fleeting with it’s sun soaked glory days and hazy afterglow appeal. Now we linger in autumn’s red leaves and take time to appreciate the moss under our feet, the hand holding ours, ready to go anywhere, to adventure and explore.


We know winter will come soon enough, moving like liquid lead over our lungs. For now we breathe, Now still, in this moment that is ours. For today let’s create some
unforgettable music. Music that will sustain us on future days when the world seems less possible. I’ll provide the lyrics.
You can hum the tune.


Years on my dear, we can dance under nostalgia’s moon and let our melody move over our souls, reviving and replenishing in the spaces between the here and hereafter.


-Tosha Michelle


‘We found our place
On the branch of an old oak treeOur feet would sway
To a voice in the breezeAnd birds would sing
On the banks of a narrow streamThese memories will stay with me’https://youtu.be/j6Keg3XKKjM

Deity in Diversity

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Maybe someday we will
have written about humanity
and grace so much
that the paper we scribble on
will burn down
the forest of hate
that grows in casket-closed minds,
eradicating words like
racism, hate, bigotry.

The fire cleansing away
evil and ignorance.
Strike a match with
your pen.

Let’s try at least to
direct the language toward love.
Let’s keep moving the
adjectives higher and higher.
Trust the verbs to lead us,
the pin of light, to the fire.

Maybe as the trees come undone,
leaves igniting,
branches bursting with truth,
charity and clarity will rise.
Rustling beneath skin.
Love rising, tapping deep.
Opening eyes and cleaning tongues
in the dialect of compassion.
Hope slipping into the core.
Porous and large.
Looking out in every direction
until it is inside the sky,
the rocks, the moon.
Lacing the night and hearts with promise,
the rainy season finally over.

Until then, let your pens sway
against the dark waves.
Let’s push our boats against the current.
Light the candle wick.
Kiss it with fervor.
Give flame to the wind and waves.

-Tosha Michelle

Photo, my own 

How to be an Expert at Life.

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Praise imperfections.
Ask questions.

Don’t fear the answers.
Do fear snakes, toads,
and Donald Trump’s hair.

Adore books, animals,
weaknesses, the broken,
and growing older.

Find a love to orbit around.
Have a constellation seeking brain.
A heart that star gazes.

Don’t trip on what’s been
gone for years.

Walk hand in hand with today.

The one seemly not
telling the truth is
the one you should
listen to the hardest.

Pay attention to your
conscience, make
sure it’s really yours.

Know there’s beauty;
in words. The ones
you use and the ones
you leave out.

Read the classics.
Brighten to artistry
Don’t be afraid to improvise.

Listen to jazz while
drinking iced coffee.

Don’t admire yourself
too much, this can
lead to disaster.

There are two types
of people in the world,
be neither of them.

Know sometime what
seems useless is
full of meaning.

Learn how to bend,
not break.

Lose yourself to love,
to madness.
Always carry a suitcase
full of mischief.
A passport of adventure.

Don’t forget to add a dash of moonlight.
Season the nights with heat.

Create the scene.
Live it.

Lose your shoes and inhibitions.

Split the wishbone.

Know nothing important
comes with a manual.

Just because your
spirit is tangled,
doesn’t mean your
soul has to be tied in a knot.

Be full of vigor,
meaningful chit chat
and chocolate. Lots
of chocolate!

Know there is holiness in the missteps.
Grace in the fumbles.

Remain unfinished.
Be the light.

-Tosha Michelle

If I Could

If I could, I would shield you from your own sorrows. From phones that don’t ring, the 7 AM alarm clock, missing the train, fair-weather friends, the frayed ends of the welcome mat.

I would protect you from backaches and headaches, and unnecessary tirades, the losing team. Mostly, I would shelter you from false hope, people with an agenda to harm, and those wildflowers meant only to disarm.

I would encourage you to take ferries and planes, and leave the ink revised map at home,  to become a mid spring season, dandelions covered, savor the sunshine, take risk.  Breathe.

Remember the music of your soul. Listen to your heart’s sway. I would implore you to make love, make art, and to praise the song and rhythm your body prays.

-Tosha Michelle

Alive or Just Living?

Hey y’all. How’s it going, you beautiful creative people? These days things are always in motion here. It’s a wonderful change from the past few years where things were a bit stagnant. I wasn’t going forward and it was frustrating. Now it’s full steam ahead. Don’t you think we need to constantly be evolving and growing to find a measure of contentment in life? I think so and I’ve found my sweet spot. I’m not the same person I was a year ago, or even 6 months ago, I’m constantly learning and discovering new things about myself and the world at large. It’s nice to actually have things to talk about these days and not just sitting on the sidelines.

It’s been a time of reconnecting, reconciliation, and rebirth in my daily life, and disconnecting and unplugging from the virtual world. Let’s face it, no one is going to look back on their time on Earth and wished they’d tweeted more, or posted one more shot to Instagram. Life is beautiful, and is meant to be lived. One can’t do that if they’re forever standing still or always consumed with their next social media post.

I’m happy even on my anxiety filled, trying days. I’m a neurotic soul to be sure. Anxiety is a old foe of mine but resolve is a dear friend too, so it all works out eventually. It’s amazing how just changing your attitude and eliminating the negative thoughts can bring so much peace. These days there’s always a new adventure around the bend and the coolest people to share them with. It’s lovely to love and be loved. It doesn’t hurt that a certain someone likes to cook on the weekend now and even indulges my HGTV fetish. I never saw that coming in the 27 years I have known him. Ha! We’ve really stepped up our walking and traveling game, and are eating healthier too.

Anyway, speaking of adventures, we’ve set up an appointment with a builder to decide if we want to build our next home or go with a resale. Really excited to see how it all works out. I’ll keep you all in the loop. Also, we thoroughly enjoyed the film”Yesterday” I mentioned it in a post on the 4th. It’s a great date movie. I definitely recommend it.

The premise centers around Jack, a struggling musician who finds fame allusive, despite the encouragement and help of his childhood friend, Ellie. During a freak accident during a global blackout, he wakes up to a world where the Beatles never existed. It’s a mostly lighthearted film, but there is one particular scene that I found quite moving. I think people will either be really touched by it or really offended. I was in the first camp. Also, Spiderman Far From Home is a must see too. I think I’ve reached my movie quota for the year. Ha! More a Netflix girl. Stranger Things 3 anyone? As for books, still on a biography kick.

And now I give you Tucker, and some random photos from this week. Plus a song, always a song. 💕