February 16, 2017 The root’s hunched back betrayed the nursing of the ground from which it sprang. It had not… Read more the winded root.
February 6, 2017 First, I orchestrated “Bohemian Rhapsody” among my band of scrub oaks…I instructed them with all the off-keyed… Read more Brenda.
January 1, 2017 (January 16, 2017) The first time I typed the new year. Happiness and Blessings in this year… Read more 2017. The Blue Dance.
Tuesday, December 13, 2016 Brrr. My shoulders first felt the tapping of the chilling winds, an arrival of my old… Read more Sidestep.
Wednesday, November 23, 2016.. I don’t really care what brand of person you are… I would grab you by… Read more Aw, nutmeg
November 1, 2016 …it takes only one voice… but there are always three voices to the Wind… Happy Wednesday!… Read more One voice…
November 1, 2016 “What is of me will never make you doubt.” …And I knew my heart was safe… Love… Read more What is…
I thought I was done learning new walks, but the field was teaching me more..
“I had landed spread eagle, my head barely an inch from a rock, narrowly…”
“A person could draw a map of the path, naming each scratch with the bend in the trail, every misstep clearly etched upon my skin..”