…her brutal truths and long silences which she would wield as weaponry, had been ground down, curved softly into conscious wisdom.
Tag: midlife
The Lake of Ghosts
I painted the waves with the pen of my memories..
Flight 56.
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…
A Breath of Wind
“You. You are light…I am, oddly now, dark..”
A Woman’s Guide to Road Management. 1.
A woman, owning country land? Paying taxes? Being ok? Divorced? Yes. Yes to all, yes.
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 brick dandelion 