singing bowl
rosewater and tears
fingers pressed on tender skin
the xx
our union
burst of sandalwood
in moment of surrender
candelight
shimmering
a shower of sweat
and whispers of devotion
morning light
a dog’s wagging tail friendly faces and toddlers my favorite cafe
I find it remarkable and not terribly surprising that she was an award-winning, prolific writer but isn’t widely known.
pic of the fabulous Johnny Horton at Elliott Bay Books. I deleted my personal Facebook account today. The reasons for this are many. Here are a few: 1.) I’ve had way too many people lurking about, reading about my life and assuming they know me then try to get close to me just from reading…
ecotherapy: leaves fall softly (whispering) hummingbird says hi!
perhaps his heart is too bright for your boxy, measured world perhaps his wonder isn’t brandable in your tight space, rat race bullies come and bullies go (they tend to find each other) love remains truth remains (free the boxes)
beyond the fairy tale [or what is romantic love anyway?] Prince William married a commoner recently sending hearts aflutter across the Western world. (But not mine.) I find myself wondering if I am jaded or just seasoned in my years—tempered in the fire of pain, loss and the harsh reality of a would-be princess who…