after school haiku
under cloudy sky
fennel flowers and barbed wire
laughing our way home
under cloudy sky
fennel flowers and barbed wire
laughing our way home
My wrists and your fingertips. Words measured with care Splay me wide open. I’m yours.
I read from her chapter on “Coming Home” and about cutting away what is superfluous to make space for new beginnings.
Precious moments of grace today: A homemade flower from my girl. A warm hug and deeply sincere “I love you” from my other girl. Warm wishes and thoughts from friends. A call from mom to check in and tell me she loves me. Time to write. Time to breathe. Making homemade soup and corn muffins…
Me to Gigi: “What do you see?” “A man about to step off a cliff.” “Do you think he’s in danger?” “No.” “Why not?” “I don’t know. I just think he’s going to be all right.” “Why do you think the eagle is there?” “To make sure he is all right.” Hmmm. Indeed. Note: The…
In today’s audio love note , I do a little more getting real and talk about what I’ve been learning about myself since I left Facebook a month ago.
Fly. Over their symbolic violence…