Mine or Not
So much of what comes before us isn't for us. Maturity is knowing what's ours and what isn't. It's hearing, seeing, sensing... and then knowing what to receive and what…
So much of what comes before us isn't for us. Maturity is knowing what's ours and what isn't. It's hearing, seeing, sensing... and then knowing what to receive and what…
Ah, the piano and strings are playing here again! And my writing flame is flickering! And I'm sitting happy in front of a window, candle lit, sun shining, flowers potted,…
I picked up Peruvian Lilies at the grocer yesterday. (Alstroemeria, if you want to be fancy and use Latin.) Rain poured from low, dark clouds as I loaded my trunk…
I've had to keep the Clorox close here lately. I'm currently sitting out back, across the yard from a boy, who is feeling quite ill. If I may be so…
What if I really let myself wander into the words that are farthest in? What if here tonight in the quiet dark, I swept passed the surface and cut loose…
I'm sitting atop a precipice 5,000 feet higher than Houston. A sweet blanket of green velvets the valley below me. A 'blue true dream of sky' as E.E. Cummings penned…