Of Gods and Small Things
I see the divine close at hand every day, and have never felt the need to find it in a church or give it a name of any kind.
Coming Home Again
Like Scarlett O’Hara, I felt like I was running back to Tara to find some strength. Only my Tara was about 1600 square feet with a cemetery just beyond the backyard.
Words with Friends
To find a kind of shared passion with a group of fellow travelers… now that is something truly amazing for me to experience.
Not Me, Too
Although I wasn’t an innocent, I was a bit naïve. I had never seen anything like this coming…
Seeing Ghosts
I think most times those are the most troubling ghosts of all, the ones that are mine, the ones that are me.
FRESH OFF THE PAGE: release
showing itself ever… only a tender cocoon… readying us for the life… yet to come.
Here, at Summer’s End
Instead of getting weary… I’m waking up. Coming out of that strange sort of summer sleepwalk, emerging like a hibernating bear of southern latitudes.
FRESH OFF THE PAGE: high tide
mistakes and failures, big and small, all equals now, churned together, dredged up and left awash, to remind or regret once more…
Fierce feelings and old garden friends
I dove right in to the challenge the house and those gardens presented. And the love of it all spread and thrived inside me.
THROUGH MY LENS: thinking spring
Sometimes I wish I could go to sleep for the winter…dig down deep into the earth and wake up to new warmth and light.
