“Do you remember it? Do you remember the sword and it’s sheath? Do you remember the carvings?”
Tag: theartofwriting
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.
July 14.
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.
What would your father say?
After teasing me about the possible content of a few chapters…
A Lady of a Million Secrets
…I hold secrets. I hold them all silently but that has taken years… years in which they never uttered a sound. But they pressed..,
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.
the brick dandelion 