In a matter of moments, the landscape can change. In a matter of moments, a life can change. *** Snow-Fall * A single snowflake floats weightless Millions of flakes falling, land heavy Bring a roof crashing down * Branches bend, dip underneath Weight of snow, crack...
I was honored to share at The Mudroom Blog Podcast last week! If you missed my post. Of Thorns and Belonging, you can read it here. To listen to part of my journey, with background information on the article, I invite you to listen to the podcast here. It was a joy...
DYING OF THE SAME I’m not quite sure what to do with this ache at times. I find emptiness facing me, like an abyss, and I feel as if I am staring into a black hole. I wish I could unwrap the years and re-do so many things. It’s not that I don’t take joy in...
Just last month, on Dec. 1, my two boys and I ate birthday cake with our neighbor, Mr. B., on the occasion of his 102nd birthday. His caretaker (a family friend of his actually) called us and said she was going to surprise him with a cake and invited us to join in. So...
Verb. Adverb. Noun. Adjective. Conjunction. This word “still”. I am here still. I am walking still. I am breathing still. I am thinking still. I am living still. Still the sun shines. Still she smiles. Be still. The leaves have fallen; still hope remains. In...
A lone leaf flutters in the tree, a lasting remnant of wind and rain storms passing through. Late November sandwiched in the middle. Gray, brown, unnoticed season. Slow walk after rain, on glistening road. Slosh through soggy grass, wet leaves sticking together. How...
A Shift With Rain A long wind brushes its fingers through the trees in a stretched whisper. On occasion, it moves angrily, and other times, it shakes and howls at the windowpanes. The long whispers flutter sweetly, softly, welcoming the listener into the...
Where do uspoken words go Forgotten in some collective conscious of empty, unwritten volumes, filling dust lined shelves Perhaps filling oceans replete with missed opportunities and golden intentions Perhaps tossed on the wayside of unknown gardens, wildflowers...
Summer days are full of activity. Neighbors are out of their homes, walking their dogs, tending to their yards, bringing home groceries. It is late afternoon, the windows are open, the breeze is blowing and birds are chirping. A cicada out...
