Dear Fountains of Sorrow and Overflowing Promise,
Isn’t that what we all are really? Here in the soft ache of being human we find the intermingling of grief and beauty greeting us everywhere. Fleeting and fragile, there is nothing we...
ICE
There is a wind, a breath, a lingering contrail of energy left behind from all the interactions of nature. Everything is moving towards everything else, blood vessels stretching, rivers running, lungs expanding, roots touching, nerves...
FLOWER
It is the day after Mother’s Day and the unseasonably warm weather has made the peonies on the dining room table prematurely stretch all the way open. Last night I refilled the water in their vase, making sure it was icy cold...
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