Life

  • Wildflowers

    I must remind myself: the wildflowers will wait. Continue reading

  • The Home Of Me

    For when the rain comes, I know I am safe in the home of me. Continue reading

  • Love Kept Her

    And with a smile, she held life gone by. And love kept her. Love kept her, home. Home, at last. Continue reading

  • The Consciousness of Plants

    The garden is abundant with Calla Lillies. There is something about them that I know, something that speaks to me through the softness and sway of their leaves and sweeping, cupped petal. Theirs is an energy much like the soft… Continue reading

  • Sensible

    Shall I be sensible a moment? Oh, dying to live, dear dreary day. Let you find me twisted beautifully among the berry vines. Let you be the one to be sensible. Continue reading

  • All My Softness

    I am home when the beautiful song of my heart is at peace. There is nothing loud, here, nothing beyond the birds and the rippling pools of shadow on brick. I am just me, in all of my softness. Me,… Continue reading

  • Withering

    A rose. Think of it. How like a rose we are. Beginning as seed, gently, a bud. How we open, slowly, never seeing our petals born; never guessing when, at last, the last will fall. And when we wither, wrinkle… Continue reading

  • Heaven On Earth

    My soul held the music, and we were one. There is no other way to describe it but that heaven exists on earth, and for several moments, I was there. There is a beautiful tender song from Aladdin, where Aladdin… Continue reading

  • She Drifts, Again

    It really did seem like the perfect plan. And so I did it. I set up an official page on instagram to act as the much longed for social media home of ‘The Little Blog of Everything’ and all things… Continue reading

  • Alone

    It is raining, and I am alone. And there is sorrow in these parts, and knowing that life is terrible and beautiful, all at the same time. I am alive with all of that. I am alive with the sorrow… Continue reading