Living, Writing

Writing

That’s the power of a story. It can take you forward and backward and sideways in time. You can be 9 years old one moment, 45 the next, and something that happened 96 years ago can be relevant in this moment and change your life in a way you never expected. Stories are the intersections of lives lived hundreds, thousands, entire ages of years apart. A single place where we stand fixed in an eternity that moves around us, ever changing and expanding. 

Living, Writing

Reading Earth

Something in the words that speak From blossom, bud, and dusty fruit Between the sky and dampened earth, Creations be of the Creator’s seed, They sing the story of ourselves, Storytellers from our very birth.

Living, Writing

What Gossamer Threads Enslave Us

I breathe in, breathe out. The wind moves the orb where I lie And speak of the beauty, throw sparks at the bright, Weaving a story by day and night From threads, such fine, fine threads I spin.

Living, Writing

More Than Grief

I wait for the day when your picture inspires more than grief. When the joy comes back from six feet deep…