There comes a seasonwhen eliminationbecomes sacred. Not cruel.Not callous.Not born from rancor. Simply necessary. You begin to recognizewhat diminishes vitality,what … More
Author: Sherley Delia
Sherley Delia is a highly regarded expert in women's health and wellness. She specializes in assisting women who have experienced sexual trauma, utilizing innovative and highly effective techniques to empower them to heal and become more resilient. Sherley's advocacy and healing services are at the forefront of the industry, with art therapy being one of her primary modalities for achieving long-lasting recovery for trauma survivors.
My Heart Is Not a Layaway Plan
There comes a momentwhen the mind,body,soul,and spiritcome into agreement. No argument.No confusion.No revisitingWhat has alreadyrevealed itself. Just the quiet cogencyof … More
Finding the Gap
There is a gapbetween what I carriedand what I finally allowed myselfto receive. For years,I stood there quietly,hands full,heart tired,spirit … More
October Morning
October morningopened the doorbrisk, breezy,and gentle. No thunder.No spectacle. Just a clean chilltouching my facelike a truththat knew howto be … More
As the Moon Kisses Me
If love and romancecould becomethe same breathing thing, let them bring forththe courageto find their wayto my path, like treesleaning … More
The Calm After the Storm
After the storm,There is a stillnessThat does not begto be understood. It arrives softly,like moonlightresting on the tide,like the oceangathering … More
Love Is in the Air
Love is in the air,and as the leaveschange moods,So does our love. Not fading.Not leaving.Not losing its color. Transforming. What … More
Autumn in New York
I felt the energyacross the room, like windtaking shapeon an autumn nightin New York. Unsettling,unspoken,broadcastedto the naked eye, yet intimate … More
Lavender Love and Smooth Sailing
I am calling inlavender love. The kind that arriveslike dusk over calm water,soft purple lightresting on the seawithout askingfor applause. … More
Divinely Bright
May the sweet fruits arrivewith their red mouths open,watermelon-ripe,honeyed,cool,and copious. May the juice runlike laughterdown the wristof a womanwho has … More
