3.20.18 My Paper Pretend Reality




Tonight my son gave me an acorn, and told me it was a kiss.  Here, it is not yet Spring, and so this tells me he has held onto this “kiss” for a time – just waiting to pass it along when the right moment came. In my heart full of opinions, it was perfect timing, because as the Peter Pan inspired gift reminded me … I think I’d like to escape this world for a bit, and live in pages for awhile. I hope you’ll share your stories with me, and our chapters will meet in the middle.


My Paper Pretend, Reality

I want to live in pages for awhile,

between the safety of clever beginnings

and tied-with-a-bow endings

not stuck in a plot line

that feels more like it’s spinning than rising

toward a climax I can neither see

nor predict
I want to live in pages for awhile,

where I can be the hero –

without being judged for my strength

or the damsel –

without being judged for my weakness


and needed just the same

I want to live in pages for awhile,

and dwell in the possibility

that decisions have more to do with heart,

than logic

In a place where there is always time for the edge of a romance,

the curl of a mystery,

where adventure is never further

than a few precious lines away

I want to live in pages for awhile

where the strength of my spine

is defined by the words cast upon it

and yet safely,

tucked and protected within,

I’ll never hear anyone judging my book

by its cover

because I’ll be too busy living my life

on the inside

to care

I want to live in pages for awhile

so that just for a moment …

to appease the sensitive yet strong-willed character I’m sure to be –

Once upon a time,


and even happily ever after

have to exist

Simply because I wish it

as it is my imagination that requires tending to

The only question remains …

will you come with me?



3.6.18 I Write.


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“There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.” – Maya Angelou

I am deliriously happy to announce that I have a new piece in Bella Grace Magazine. This poem was really special to me because it epitomized what it means to find rest … not always the easiest of pursuits. “Because of Sundays,” is about delighting in the times you can wake up, just to fall asleep and dream again. I hope that you are able to visit Bella Grace online to purchase a copy, or, like me, steal away to your nearest bookstore just to see this lovely publication on the shelves where she belongs.

I have to say that the happiest moment of this particular piece was stealing away to see myself in print at the bookstore before receiving my copy. There was a sweet lady who was interested in what I was reading, and I told her all about a magazine that wasn’t filled with adds or tabloid stories, but pure, real pieces from the heart of writers, photographers, and seekers of living life with intention. Watching her shuffle away with her copy felt like extending a tiny legacy in some minuscule, but meaningful way.

It’s not always easy. Writing. There are endless rejection letters … pieces that go unfinished because of the reality of living between imagination and Mondays … and the ridiculous business of revising things you could’ve sworn you got right the first time. Still, I cannot seem to shake this love affair with words. And though it is ever-so-much more a give than take kind of relationship, it is one I am willing to work on for all of the reasons I relayed in the poem below. Please let me know your thoughts dear ones!

All my love, from my pen and page to yours,


I Write.

I write.

To hear the sound of a pencil speaking to it’s page.

I write.

For the hope that a story that needed telling gets told.

I write.

To connect my whispered thoughts to fellow dreamers across the world.

I write.

For the undiluted joy of marrying words that belong together in a line.

I write.

To share memories my mind is too slippery to hold on its own.

I write.

For the beam of radiant thought I cannot ignore inside me.

I write.

To hear the promises of better things I will into being by creating them.

I write.

For the God who commanded my heart to dance at the sight of words.

I write.

To reach for the immortality of lines that will outlive me.

I write.

For the ones I have raised with the truth that stories hold power.

I write.

To feel.

I write.

For joie de vivre.

I write.

To inspire.

I write.

For there is simply no way I could not.



2.20.18 Await




and slow

We step into the fractured moments

of each day

with one infinitesimal breath

shallowly followed by another

And in small ways

we give calm permission to chase chaos

Sometimes it is enough

we are enough

But other times,

the ability to realize our frailty

is braver

than determining our strength

introducing ourselves to our weakness

allows us to appreciate the humble beauty

of what it means to need

to depend


Instead of being depended upon

Light has the most potential

in the darkness

Beauty that comes from broken can be blessed


and slow

Embrace now

whatever it maybe

for then

where hope remains

and you

on the other side



2.13.18 Love Letter


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” … plant your own garden and decorate  your own soul instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.” – Veronica A. Shoffstall

A little over a month ago, the fabulous blog editor at Bella Grace Magazine warmed my heart by asking me to write a specific post for them this Valentine’s Day! She asked if I would write a “How to,” piece entitled, “How to Write a Love Letter to Yourself.” Instantly, I said YES!

It is quite amazing how expendable we think we are … how we’ve been cultured and desensitized to the point that we’ve decided we are replaceable. Well darling … this piece is a slow down and think, a breathe in and out, a stop and remember just how unrepeatable you are.

I hope you will take a moment to click on the link and remember how to love yourself. Leave a comment and please share the love this Valentine’s Day with your faith, with your friends, with your family, and always – with yourself.

Be loved,


2.7.18 We Endure



We are fickle, fragile beings

made of thoughts that disconnect us

and experiences that slowly tie us back together again

It’s amazing – sometimes

how the pitfalls and potholes of life

are often the very things that bring us back to level ground

What is it about proximity to a low point,

that finally garners enough of our attention

to make us look up

Of dust

we are earth and her ashes

yet our spirits eternally crave our return to the stars

We subdue and repress

to the plights of a world we can’t control our part in

just to numb and then hide from the feelings we’ve neglected for




We are fickle and fragile

too stubborn to part with the bank of emotions we’ve saved

as a treasure

as a curse

And we use the excuse of the pleasures and pains

to somehow forgive our shell casts and remains

evolve but don’t change

we are ever the same

we move on

we stand still

we endure

1.9.18 Where Dreamers Go



I’m not a practical person,

and what’s more – I have no shame about it

In fact, I count it among one of my favorite attributes


or unfortunately

this world was built for practical people

and so I don’t always fit so well

Again, I count this as a positive

because comfort often partners with complacency

and dreamers have no time for either

We who find inspiration in the magical

We who wrap our minds around what could be 

instead of what is

We have no room in our busy thoughts for:  

the logical option

the safest choice

or even the wisest one

So while that doesn’t make life any easier

for me,

or the practical ones who wish I was just a little


or less

of what I actually am

It does make life so very real

I awaken as I wonder

and pretend

and imagine

And sometimes I want to invite this reality-broken world to try

just a little bit harder

to find their way to 


because it’s so beautiful here

Here the light doesn’t shine, 

it sparkles

The moon doesn’t wax or wane –

it waltzes

in and out of winking stars

daydreams are born and borne again 

How I wish time didn’t hold

so many

so captive

Practical gets things done

But dreaming makes things worth doing

Both are necessary

and I willingly enter into the world of reality





As long as you understand that it is only a vacation

from the place we dreamers need to stay

to feel peace

to be free

to go home

12.27.17 A Wish Turned Prayer



Dearest Readers:

There are so many thank you’s I wish to express to you, but mostly, I am just grateful for your company. Sometimes, as a writer, you can feel quite alone with your thoughts. From time to time your weary-penned heart wonders if anyone else is out there sharing your silent conversations. The blessing comes in the comments, and every time you “talk back” to me, I am encouraged to write again. Over the years with this blog, I have nearly a thousand followers, and my blog has reached over seventy-five countries. What an amazing thought … what a delight to know that words have power and presence. I pray that this year you are all encouraged, that the tandem light of joy and peace merge and blend within your spirits and keep you delighted in the magic of every day.

Love and sparkles to you my friends. Here is a poem to start your new year.


A Wish-Turned-Prayer

There in the miraculous reflection of the stars lies the answer to the question
of whether darkness can vanquish light
Not only can it not extinguish what is …

it can’t even dissolve what was

Stars are echoes of illuminations past and yet here
in the present
they stay

Remaining radiant
defiant in their persistence

We are drawn to the same gleaming purpose the same luminescent call –
to alight the beat of a heart
to inspire the dream of a mind

to encourage the magic of ordinary expressions of love

What could be more noble than the pursuit of enlightenment?
of effulgence?
of starlight?
What could hold more power than the memory of incandescence?

So carry on in the twilights you’re given
toward what’s pure, though at times you may crawl Have the faith to redeem what is broken inside
Let the giver of perfect wisdom plant words that will heal And believe in the power of a wish-turned-prayer

12.18.17 After All


After All

Sometimes all it takes is one person

one person to have one conversation

that leads to a single assurance

igniting an ember of hope

and suddenly overwhelmed becomes


and power transfers from fear

to faith
Isn’t it magnificent what one can do?

The way restoration washes over weary

when just the right pairing of comforting words

knit your spirit back together?

Whether the vessel used to pour out solace

or the parched heart receiving it

there is something so beautiful about the connection

of one soul tending to another

and it seems that somehow

the resonant ache in the broken places of this life


albeit in small ways

but even a drop of grace is enough

to awaken a dormant conviction

to un-break a fractured heart

to alight a selfless intention

So be the one you need to be

whether in giving or in taking

expend or release

bestow or ascertain

because the truth is

they are of equal virtue


Ultimately – the world just needs to remember

how to feel

and recognize how the presence of one

becomes the potential of two

two who are no longer alone

but united in the mission of growing into the possibility

that one conversation

one ignited hope

is all it takes

to keep the world in balance after all

11.20.17 Somewhere


“Imagination often carry us to worlds that never were, but without it, we go nowhere.”   C. Sagan


It is often that I find myself longing to return to a place that I don’t even physically travel to … but whenever my mind hasn’t wandered there for too long, back to that sacred, holy place of peace – I am sure to be less than the whole of myself. This Thanksgiving, I am grateful for God’s having given me such a strong imagination. I’d love to know your thoughts, and your thanks this season. Enjoy your “Somewhere,”… here’s how to get to mine. 


Somewhere between the here

and now

and the now

and then

there is another place

a place where there is room

to breathe

to pray

to imagine

and to wonder


It is sometimes a secret

sometimes a lost place

seemingly far away

just barely on the fringes of our memories

and yet


we cannot forget

our desire to find it again

To follow the invisible compass

back to the song

of the spirit

that makes sense

it is there


but sure

placed in a place

we could never truly lose

without losing ourselves


So somewhere between the here

and now

and the now

and then

find the beat of the heart

the pulse of the mind

the light of the soul

and return


(I promise)

you already

know the way

I hope that you take a moment to nourish your ability to imagine. Be thankful as I am so thankful for you.


11.3.17 “Wordless” a Bella Grace Post


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There are some experiences in your life that absolutely change you. This post, “Wordless” on Bella Grace Magazine’s blog Grace Notes is just such an experience. I would argue that it was one of the most significant journeys my writing has taken me on, and has bloomed into one of the most precious friendships I’ve ever had. Please read. Please share. For myself … for Michelle … and most especially, for the memory of Katrina.

Some stories have the power to change the world. This story changed mine.  I pray it will inspire yours.

Sparkle dear ones, and let your presence of light hang heavy over the sky like fireworks.

Elle Harris