tomato sauce simmers on the stove
and i sit here
trying to hear my voice
my true voice
not the voice i think they want to hear
or even
the voice i think i want to hear but
the voice that i hear
in truth
the voice that i feel vibrating within
pulsing
if a voice can pulse
because i think mine does
pulse
and i sit here
feeling its beat its rhythm
my rhythm
and i open to the acceptance of what is
i hear the sauce as the bubbles pop
echoing
within me
my voice
repeating popping breaking surface
and if i am
honest
i hear my voice
resolutely
breaking surface
loud and clear
sending a little love your way, m
Michelle GD 
Your voice, your words, your friendship always touch me and I am thankful for you!
What a perfect capture for your words!
Simply delicious!
so good, michelle! i love how you weave your stories with the everyday things around you. xo
this is riveting.
I am listening.
not only to you, here and now, but my own inner voice.
sometimes waiting to pop.
thank you for this story….I will never forget it when I eat and make and simmer marinara sauce!!
so pretty! I love your words and the photos that you pair with them. I’m settling into my days after a long weekend away!! I needed this post to breathe..
i struggle with hearing my own voice or figuring out which voice it is that i’m hearing inside. but at least i’m aware and i can try to discern which voice it is that i’m hearing and go from there. as always, something for me to think about. x xx
Thank you for sharing your voice with all of us! Such a treat to hear your thoughts! Happy September!