Chicago Autumn Haiku
single leaf falling
as the “L” cleaves the dark night
(do not go gently)
single leaf falling
as the “L” cleaves the dark night
(do not go gently)
I Am Victim, Perpetrator and Rescuer Creatrix. (Yes.)
light bursting through morning clouds an old crow flies past children’s sighs break through stillness
I’m experimenting with offering up unscripted daily audio missives from my heart. Here’s day two: meandering along.
Yesterday, I spent several hours alone at The Frye Art Museum drinking in the “Moment Magnitude” exhibit. I wrote pages in my journal. Random things I overheard people saying, snippets from the art descriptions or the videos and my own feelings and thoughts that arose. I also took pictures of things strangers had posted in…
i believe our souls talk to each other late at night when we aren’t watching i wish i could be a bit more privy to those conversations
I haven’t been this sick or this exhausted in a long time. A week ago today, I was caring for my sick daughter and here I am, laying here quietly, letting my daughter be cared for by another and surrendering to this virus that seems to have knocked me down and will let me back…