Living

  • Flow

    I will simply begin. And flow until the river ends. Continue reading

  • Darling Day 27. Destiny

    Deep in the darling woods, the darkness creeps and the wind whispers of daisies and delight: destiny hanging in the air beyond the trees. Waiting. Waiting for permission to live. Continue reading

  • Words

    Words roll in and out of me like breath. I can’t imagine not reading and writing, just as I can’t imagine what it might be like never to breathe again. Sometimes the words I write make no sense to me,… Continue reading