He seemed a lion born in a time of peace, meant to enjoy his time in the sun.
There is almost no place to hide in the desert. It is open, honest, impartial…soft as sand and hard as stone.
When you really look at something, finally come to see it clearly and completely… you will see the flaws alongside the beauty.
Over the years I’ve been given more than a few boxes full of darkness. They were not intended to be… But that never made them any less painful…
I didn’t quite know what to do next. I’d been preparing myself for possibly having to end his suffering… I hadn’t thought much about what I would do if he lived.
now a door stands open, refusing to be closed again, now this secret hangs between us…
It is a day of existing in two places at once, both the past and the present, of holding them close and seeing them through a state of almost suspended animation.
It’s only until recently that i think I am finally relaxing into who I am, and into who I will become.
Maria and I paid a visit to poet Mary Kellogg again this week, sharing tea and reading some of our poetry. Maria made a video of me reading my poem, “sleepwalking,” which you can check out here: You can also read Maria’s post here: http://www.fullmoonfiberart.com/2016/12/13/jackie-thorne-reads-her-latest-poem-sleepwalking/
Smaller, independent and more portable, cats always seemed much easier to collect along the way. And there was always another one needing a home.