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Blessed Slander
Slander. The word is serpentine as it rolls through my head, over my tongue. Defining it. Naming it. Trying to take away its power. My heart is heavy these past days. Not as heavy as in the past, my desire to simply walk away from this life hasn’t resurfaced since starting over in a new…
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One stair tread sanded…
My hands are still tingling from holding the palm sander for an hour and half, in spite of doing the dishes and watering the garden since taking a break from my project. I had to stop, look, sit back and say to myself, “that’s enough for one day…” I bought myself a little sander last…
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What to say when the day is full
Every day is full… and every day has it’s gorgeous blessings and tremendous hards. A friend today reminded me (for probably the 3rd time) that I should write, and write publicly, my truths. I don’t know where to begin, what to say – I’ve never had a blog – I have actively avoided posting philosophical…
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Reflecting the Reflecting Pool…
Thoughts on Narcissus and our humanity They lay my babe, quiet, his skin still red and white and mottled from being cut from my womb. Roughly scrubbed. Eyes screwed up tight against the world. They lay my babe into my arms. I looked deeply upon his perfection, and I felt anchored, whole, real. “I am”…