Questions

March 16, 2022.Reading time less than 1 minute.

(My image and words)

The Power of Intent

March 14, 2022.Reading time 1 minute.

“Sending out a collective prayer of sincere thanks to all who have supported my journey. Hope I can do the same for others, paying it forward.” These were the last words I posted on the blog that appeared last Monday. Within hours of hitting publish, two things occurred: An old friend contacted me on FaceBook […]

Hawk at River

March 11, 2022.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Caught this fellow, on a blustery winter’s day, sheltered in the brush at the river’s edge. (Linking up with Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: birds)

Shades of Possibility

March 9, 2022.Reading time less than 1 minute.

(More from archives.)

Changing the Lens

March 7, 2022.Reading time 1 minute.

Reading through old journals, so much focuses on lack of money. I express guilt for not providing enough as a single mother, anger for being abandoned by my children’s father, and shame for having to rely on others. The feelings still linger. And then I hear my father’s voice: “The good Lord always provides.” And […]

Just One (of each)

March 6, 2022.Reading time less than 1 minute.

One flower, one fawn, for Cee’s Black & White challenge: Just one of anything.

Last Shot At February

March 4, 2022.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Bushboy’s Last on the Card challenge: February 2022

Hold On!

March 2, 2022.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Some days, you just have to find that rock to hold onto.Tomorrow you can think about letting go. (Another tidbit from foraging old posts and journals. Image my own.)

Where is Home?

February 28, 2022.Reading time 2 minutes.

I ask my three-year-old self to show me her home, and she points to the floor beneath the formica-topped table in the kitchen. There, caged within the chrome legs of table and chairs, she is out of the path of adult legs, whose movements are as unpredictable as their moods. I ask my four-year-old self […]

Longing for a Sky

February 27, 2022.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Grey defines the snowy days; the landscape melding into an endless haze. Weekend Sky

Crisis

How did undocumented –a civil infraction –reduce people to ‘bodies’? And how did empathy –observation and support –merit death by gunshot? When we stretch for explanations –to fit the violent rhetoric –are we too not complicit in crime? Red, blue, it’s all intolerable –the global stage is watching –a nation in rapid decline. “He’ll burn […]

Winter’s Ruse

Poet’s Quandry

IfI wereto writeevery dayfor onehundred days,would my soulbe purged ofthis malaise;is it a thingto be dredged,dragged up –twistedand tiedlike tatteredbed sheetsknottedtogether;is therea remedyfor thisscourge;or is thisan inherentrestlessness,a fiery bluespark of eternalangst ignitingpassion – a callto write? (Originally posted February, 2017. Image my own)