…I hold secrets. I hold them all silently but that has taken years… years in which they never uttered a sound. But they pressed..,
Tag: theartofwriting
A Big Breath
I lost myself among the bigness of a river, of centuries old trees and a Great Lake. I felt absorbed into a speck. And I breathed…
A Woman’s Diary of Sorts.
1/21/2021 Thursday. For how many of you, is buying a calendar an annual event? Yes, I actively enter my activities,… Read more A Woman’s Diary of Sorts.
Unfiltered
As we met the lake, the sky softened from clear blue to an enveloping grey in the haloed light of the setting sun.
Nocturne. 2020.
After months of procrastinating, I finally made the form for the light installation at the Matthias building…
How to Navigate the Magical Flight of the Awkward: “Well, why don’t you find out?”
As I talked, I still felt a bit like the observer, documenting myself and my actions while reminding myself to speak not as a victim but as a proud woman and graceful lady.
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.
How to Navigate the Magic Flight of the Awkward: Beginning
The beginnings of flight are incredibly awkward-looking…
The Brick Dandelion on Holiday
..their forces collide continuously..it is a sound unexpectedly raw…
