The best part about the Autumn is the season of 3. Of you, you, and me. And holiday shopping and leaves falling and pie and that Christmas tree farm on the Avenue and decorating the tree for the season and wine in the kitchen and that time you wore a cape to dinner, and the… Continue reading magic 3
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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
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
Parting is such sweet sorrow
The leaves are just starting to fall, and I realized this Autumn and last are so very different. And I thought, thank god I didn’t know what was coming. And I thought, but either way I made it didn’t I? And here you are with dearest friends saying sacred text and standing on balconies in… Continue reading Parting is such sweet sorrow
A Fairytale
(For every girl who choses herself over the prince and consequently becomes the evil witch in his re-telling of the fairytale.) I had all the makings of a cinderella. My hair in the light was as luster-ridden as any. My eye sparkled up at him for years. But my heart never felt right in the… Continue reading A Fairytale
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