…I hold secrets. I hold them all silently but that has taken years… years in which they never uttered a sound. But they pressed..,
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Mid-August
Pileated woodpeckers and trees brushed with the first swash of gold…I luxuriate my mind in the subtleties of nature’s changes.
A Big Breath
I lost myself among the bigness of a river, of centuries old trees and a Great Lake. I felt absorbed into a speck. And I breathed…
A Vacation of Rivers, Trees and My Mama’s Advice
August 3, 2021 The River What started out as a vacation to see virgin forests, has morphed into the beginning… Read more A Vacation of Rivers, Trees and My Mama’s Advice
After the July Storms.
Just the Jeep and the moonlight…
Fifty-Six
I am ready….
The Brick Dandelion?
Bricks and roses…I stared at the two story brick wall, wondering…
When the Mask Comes Off
From the ‘before’ to the ‘now, my stumbling naked truth is rather intrigued by the new unknown.
The Light Reality of a Heavy Woman.
I am a heavy woman. My essence is heavy. Embracing that realization lightens my soul…
The Coming Flowers
“Oh, Stephanie. It could always be worse!” I can be – I know it is hard to imagine – the worst of worst patients, a whining, complaining ninny.
