Then you are doing it wrong. My mother grinned at my confusion. Seems to me that sparring – even with only one’s shadow – was still the practice of fighting. Or defense. Or aggression. Or something other than the practice of being a lady.
Category: womens life
Stories of the Sword: The Sheepdog
The door opened. I found myself checking for him unexpectedly. Throughout the holidays, I felt his presence with me as I shopped and walked..
The Sword Mother
“Do you remember it? Do you remember the sword and it’s sheath? Do you remember the carvings?”
The Lake of Ghosts
I painted the waves with the pen of my memories..
Cuteness.
Rather than heavy words and even heavier thoughts and feels, maybe just a bit of cuteness!
A Skull Innocuous
Under make-up and skin; beside the jewelry and clothes; this is what I am. This is my truth…
What would your father say?
After teasing me about the possible content of a few chapters…
The Absence of Noise.
February 13, 2022 More of the story… The Story continues on the story page (I really need to work on… Read more The Absence of Noise.
The Harvest of Roses.
Along the path to traditional autumn decorating, I hadn’t banked on the plentiful harvest of roses which graced my gardens.
Mid-August
Pileated woodpeckers and trees brushed with the first swash of gold…I luxuriate my mind in the subtleties of nature’s changes.