Here is another one of my ramblings from years ago.

And don’t forget your Deeds of December. How are they going?

Origami — July 2, 2010

I want to be a revolution, changing the world one soul at a time.


I want to be a resolution, the tender answer to a pressing prayer.


I want to be a storm, strong, with force enough to sweep away the ordinary, the settled.


I want to be a scratched-up record, played over and over in savory melody. 


I want to be a wedding band, the golden circle meant for eternal love.


I want to be a used pair of sneakers, so traveled and enchanted by the earth’s marvels.


I want to be a worn novel, vulnerable, and completely naked. 


I want to be a genocide, destroying the kin of doubt, addiction, and betrayal.


I want to be a promise, a contract washed with a blood so rich in trust and hope.


I want to be a scar, for there is always a tale worthy of its dwelling. 


I want to be a shooting star, the keeper of a special wish before it passes away. 


I want to be a memory, one that is beautiful, timeless, and wonderfully unforgettable.



I want to be. I can be. I will be…

Love, B.R. Wren