An icy balm for a weary spirit
Ice covers the edges of the creek, a frosty blanket for rocks and logs. Shiny smooth in some places, clear as glass in others. Cracks, energized by the sun into...
Ice covers the edges of the creek, a frosty blanket for rocks and logs. Shiny smooth in some places, clear as glass in others. Cracks, energized by the sun into...
A flower blooms The sun shines Earth keeps spinning. Chest rises Chest falls Breath comes. This is not denial, but the pulse of life persisting persisting despi...
Now that it’s officially Fall, I’m drawn once again to the reds and oranges of leaves preparing to let go of their trees. I can’t just watch f...
I’m reading Terry Tempest Williams’ book, Refuge. One sentence pricks my soul. She writes, “Within every checklist there are those birds listed as ‘accidentals,...
Bird.Woman.Avalanche. Rescued from a net.Rescued from a fall. No rescue needed. Panic.Humility.Turbulence. Provided a way out.Provided support.Swept over t...