When I think about you, I imagine you wearing yellow and how the sun catches your hair red-gold. I imagine a space that is so white it is blinding, and sunlight dripping lace patterns onto hardwood floors; places for you to dance around. Your dress is linen. It may be cream. It may be purple.… Continue reading Sisters
a little autumn ditty
Red, orange, yellow, green season of color, Be counted; be seen. Ochre, Amber, honey, vert Autumnal muses, Leaves drift as they flirt.
Joyce
Yesterday we honored the dead, and for me-a very special lady who I wish was still here. All this year, I would imagine her sitting in the kitchen listening to the goings-on of my life and imagine her reaction to some of the madness, the joy, the learning, the deep sorrow that has blanketed 2018.… Continue reading Joyce
Him
This pretty little view is missing the most important part: the guy who gives me hope that all of the loss is really just a way to invite new great things in. More unexpected things, more joyful surprises, more goodness, graciously. I didn't see him coming, in fact I dodged and hid as much as… Continue reading Him
Blessed be!
Samhain approaches, the veil thins. The moon beckons me closer to her while the harvest begins to yield bounty. Wheat and corn husks rippling in the breeze, apples and pumpkins; as bright as any Christmas ornament catch my eye as I pass their fields. I love the look of hay bales, mums and gourds. I… Continue reading Blessed be!
Last time with you
I found it funny that we both needed the bed to be made before we left our perch on the hill. That we showered two or three times a day. That you slept on top of the blankets with me underneath them all. We both jumped when the air freshener would puff out that strange… Continue reading Last time with you
My Madeline Moment
I never understood the phrase "Your body is smarter than your brain" until I became an adult. In the past five years alone I have learned that lesson hundreds of times over. How sleep and rest are different. How hunger and loneliness can feel like the same thing and are somehow tied. How joy and… Continue reading My Madeline Moment
These days
Well, I’m not sure these days which way the wind is blowing me. Which way the crow flies. How far it is to safety. I’m not sure these days how to find a way around it all. How to concern myself with the big picture. How to iron out the details. I’m just one foot… Continue reading These days
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