“Do you remember it? Do you remember the sword and it’s sheath? Do you remember the carvings?”
…her brutal truths and long silences which she would wield as weaponry, had been ground down, curved softly into conscious wisdom.
… I see her smile in her dreams. For once, all seems quiet and gentle. And consistent. I would have reprieves of such times in the past, but they would disappear as a flicker in the wind.
Happy almost birthday to me! I have quite a path of learning ahead of me, but I’m liking it!! Lots… Read more July 14.
I ascended slightly. I wanted to feel the pain of the full wind coming at me. I wanted to test the strength which I knew I had and therefore, was no test at all.
Under make-up and skin; beside the jewelry and clothes; this is what I am. This is my truth…
After teasing me about the possible content of a few chapters…
Along the path to traditional autumn decorating, I hadn’t banked on the plentiful harvest of roses which graced my gardens.
…I hold secrets. I hold them all silently but that has taken years… years in which they never uttered a sound. But they pressed..,
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…