The door opened. I found myself checking for him unexpectedly. Throughout the holidays, I felt his presence with me as I shopped and walked..
Speaking of Swords.
…her brutal truths and long silences which she would wield as weaponry, had been ground down, curved softly into conscious wisdom.
The Speaking Sword
… 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.
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…
Thank you, Mom!
Lard and tablespoons of the iciest tap water are two of the four ingredients of the best pie crust recipe…each time I create pies, I hear her reminders as I blend her crust recipe.
I had played with the painting of them..the browns of deep cocoa, the solemn grays like those which color a uniform..instead I searched. And I drove to search…
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.