It's been seven hours and fifteen days......
I spent several days deeply grieving upon hearing of the passing of Sinéad O’Connor. I became familiar with her last year when her son passed. She was brought into my space through the online grieving community which has been an invaluable support to...
That’s us. You stood by me as I marveled at their loving beauty. It seems a timeless space of listening and learning, a place I can touch with my soul.
That's us. Loving forever shadows living in the gentle liquid waves.
That's me.
A shadow with an impossible task before me.
Who is...
You dug down deep
In the earthy clay of my heart
With your golden spade
Then moved the dust aside
Gently with your fingers
In the palm of your hand
You stirred and admired its contents
Seeing value in
The stardust I am made of
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Without fear
You breathed your light into my...
photo 8/13/2018
“Not feeling better with time is normal “Megan Devine
Last I held you, love flowed between us.
Love is fluid.
Living, creating, weeping.
A year ago I was coming to terms with understanding that our home, is now my home. It seems so simple, but I remember how difficult...
14 months
I woke early this morning to attend jury duty. Last night I asked myself, “Can you do this? In the middle of the memories of “the week” that happened 14 months ago.”
“I think we can,”my mind told my heart.
While there, I visited with a familiar face, answered the question how I...
'O the summer time has come And the trees are sweetly bloomin' The wild mountain thyme Grows around the bloomin' heather'
Out harvesting brightly colored squash flowers in the early July morning, I watched intoxicated bees working in our daughter's garden. After snuggling inside the giant yell...
Last March, the blossoms were bursting vibrant and lively, while our daughters and I baked and filled our home with the aroma of comfort that only home baked bread can provide. Music was enhancing our lives with opportunities for enjoyment and entertainment and fires were burning larger than li...
Hemmed in my heart
Threads of childhood
Bloom in humble blue
Delicately laced decay
An intricate skeleton
Weaves stillness
Into the air
Tender and fragile
Innocence holds
Song and
Dreams and
Home and
Heaven
In a neglected bloom
A miniature meadow
Whispering praise...
Each “anniversary “, each month, though I determine not to, my heart, mind and soul process the days.
Writing and art happen, I watch and listen to God's creation, weeping and exhaustion are constant, while a deep longing and loving and life continues. Mostly I feel like I’m almost waking f...
When I see clipped flowers, something deep inside me desires to get them into water, so they can last as long as possible sharing their beauty, fragrance and joy. A bouquet sitting out of water is actually distressing to me, the vision translates to moments of joy being lost.
In the middle of t...
I woke early, prayed, said good morning to my husband And thanked God for the day. I slipped my feet into Angelo’s shoes, then placed my hands inside his gloves- “how beautiful are the feet that bring good news.”
Out in the Vineyard a covey of quail sang in flight, three bunnies hopped away, a...
This morning I wept in our shower
The downpour a trickle compared with my tears
My heart agonizing over being separated from you
And
Over past times of separation caused by immaturity, misunderstanding, my own foolishness or distraction are all real regrets that my conscience grieves
I ch...