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.
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A Woman’s Diary, “Orchids”
February 3, 2021 If I typed the word ‘um’ a thousand times, would that help my writer’s mind? Would it… Read more A Woman’s Diary, “Orchids”
Forty Eight Degrees
I was so wrong. I regret my lack of understanding and effort in beginning on the ‘open roads’. They were my roads. And yes, others were on the same road. They too began where I began, travelling, lookinf for their one road. All of our roads began as one.
Nocturne. 2020.
After months of procrastinating, I finally made the form for the light installation at the Matthias building…
tbd.
I have a survivor story to share with you, but I have not really done so with a full head of steam. Any less an effort is not my best. I am absolutely scared to evolve…of breaking the thread between the past and the now. Yet, I must.
The Viral Village.
Your health, now more than ever, is my family’s health; my health is my neighbor’s. We are global…
How to Navigate the Magical Flight of the Awkward: The Rest in the Story
I would write a beautiful book, a beautiful story… But it may not be pretty….
How to Navigate the Magical Flight of the Awkward: Gentle Guidance
Now the pre-dawn glow of Christmas tree lights and lazy embers from the fire nudged me awake, gently reminding me that I had no pressure of a day’s schedule.
the brick dandelion 