October 8, 2017 I drove on this weekend morning to catch-up on an oil change that is two months and… Read more The Shadows of October
Tag: #path
The Owl Dress.
As quietly as she ever was, in the middle of the greed and revenge, in the middle of misjudgment, lies and false righteousness, she escaped.
Why wouldn’t I swim in the rain?
…in disbelief, unguarded and undisguised in the nakedness of this new truth..
Raw.
March 5, 2017. I sit now on another of the tree’s roots. The trees stature and the girth of its… Read more Raw.
Stepping.
“I had landed spread eagle, my head barely an inch from a rock, narrowly…”
of course.
“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..”
