Writing

  • Free

    I mourn the turning of time. Shall I clutch at the moment, or the passing days gone by? Or shall I be free to stroll the fields, with you? Free to know the wind as an ever changing friend. Continue reading

  • A Quiet

    There is a quiet, here. My husband is away, so it’s just me and our sleeping children beneath this roof. In this room, it’s just me and my heart quietly whispering away. What is she saying? I’m not entirely sure.… Continue reading

  • A Little While

    There is silence where the gaps are. Weeping holes in a persons soul, for life, or just, perhaps, for a little while. Continue reading

  • In The Gentle Woods

    It is the depths that call me here. It is the silence and the bells of yesterdays wish. Let there be now. Let there be this walk alone in the gentle woods. Continue reading

  • Pure Bliss

    It is a softness that becomes me, and I am gone. Lately I am understanding more and more about this mysterious creative force that takes me, and yet, truly, I understand nothing. I know it uses me in ways I… Continue reading

  • Wishes

    I’m on holidays in the middle of nowhere. I have books. I have my computer. I have a heart that wishes for silence and the soft smiles of love. I will sip some tea and close my eyes. Continue reading

  • Merry Christmas

    None of it makes a difference to me. Some of you I barely know. Some of you I have known and loved to the depths of my soul. None of it matters. Because each of you has my heart. And… Continue reading

  • Sun and Moon and The Dusty Fridge of the Sky

    As he spun his web of gold around the evening, Sun smiled on the river children, below. Oh, how they splashed and cackled and loved! What would Moon think of this beauty, Sun wondered, knowing how his dear and sleepy… Continue reading

  • The Unfortunate Story of A Large Dog.

    The German Shepherd changed things. She considered revenge, but then, he had always nurtured a sick fantasy of being mistreated by women. How inconvenient life could be at times. Still. He had known she would only consider small dogs, and… Continue reading

  • Charlotte’s Web. and why I am me because of it.

    Perception is a vastly misunderstood word, I think, because, for the most part, we use it in very one dimensional terms. It looks like that man over there is grumpy. It sounds like he is, too, given he’s just yelled… Continue reading