Once, someone said they loved me the way they loved the woods. They said the woods were wild and so was I. How the woods were always there for them, and so was I. How the woods waited and watched for them. Just like I did. Untamable, neither good nor bad, present and silent and… Continue reading Woodland
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A week of goodbye
Next Sunday I turn 31. A year ago that fact did not seem possible. That is the glory and beauty of time and space. Things happen that you did not imagine. The whole world can change for you if you give it time. I gave it time. Life has changed some of it for good,… Continue reading A week of goodbye
A time line on a birthday
John and I started dating in September. He was a person from my past, a boy I sat behind in theology class Junior year, who came back into my life the way a flash happens in a frying pan. BOOM, he had arrived. He was insistent on talking to me and made me feel like the… Continue reading A time line on a birthday
belonging
Here me out:What if before I belong to anyone else I belong to me first? Me first and me always no matter who comes and goes.I find myself searching for strange sorts of validation from people other than myself and my instincts. Why, still, am I looking for someone to tell me I’m doing a good… Continue reading belonging
Summer’s arrival
I've walked the beach and eaten ice cream. I've gotten a slight tan and sweated while taking Bella around and around the block. I ran the 5k (slower than last year but ran just the same). I've washed the sheets, and vacuumed the rugs. I've thrown open the windows and turned on the air. I've… Continue reading Summer’s arrival
Last day
I have completed my first semester as a professor. I am humbled and overwhelmed and count myself very lucky. I am scared about putting grades in the grade book. I am hopeful I will be allowed to continue to work in this way. Sometimes I think, dreams take time to find and come to fruition.… Continue reading Last day
Spring poem
It starts so small you hardly see itNothing to see, truly only you feel.And once you feel it you can't help but see it,Is it seeing or feeling that makes it real?Still, all at once it seems to the world outside,That beyond the waiting something grows.All the work you've been learning by your lonesome,The reaching… Continue reading Spring poem
Adventure awaits
This is me in 2015. The day after my birthday. Freshly 27 and hiking in the rain. I don’t like being wet, I don’t like being dirty and sweaty. But in 2015, freshly 27-it was ok. A good memory now. I’m about to turn 31. And I think back on this girl-this girl, who was important… Continue reading Adventure awaits
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