Thanks to all who participated in this week’s challenge. (It is never too late to join in, if you feel so inspired.) Tammy at Tammy’s Reading/Writing Life wrote a post about feeling magic that so resonated with our theme, I invited her to share. She speaks of finding magic in children’s rapt attention, Christmas, bookstores, […]
Indifference How is it that you overlook my presence, as if I am no more than a blade of grass, a ripple on the water, our passing insignificant? Allegiance You are flesh torn from my flesh blood coagulated, still flowing – hearts tied in forever. […]
On the road, everyday is defined by a sense of adventure and discovery – an attitude I feared I’d lose on returning home. In truth, these past six weeks of settling back in have focused on family and friends and doctors visits. All good, and yet, already, I notice that carving time for writing is […]
“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our sense to grow sharper.” – W.B. Yeats Travelling across North America and back this past winter, every day was filled with discovery, awakening new passion for life. The challenge, I recognized, as our trip wound down, would be to keep this sense of wonder […]
I apologize if my attention appears to be lacking, but I am currently immersed in creativity and the ability to focus, otherwise, has plummeted. (Inspired by Daily Addictions daily prompt: plummet)
Arizona State University aiming skyward: Totem pole in Sydney, BC: San Antonio – look out below! (Photos in response to Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Columns and Vertical Lines.)
Light fades, the sun’s optimism giving way to darkness’ shadows my eyes are drawn to hidden places warily seeking the source of this creeping sensation what beasts inhabit crevices, what creatures lurk and are these merely trees that loom over me or the incarnation of trapped souls taunting my passage? (Written for All The Shoe’s […]
“Synchronicity is the Universe’s way of telling you that you are on the right track.” – Delores Krieger “Coincidences connect us across time, to one another, to ourselves, and to an […]
Five-year-old Sloane came for a sleepover with Grandma and Grumpa this weekend. Imagine the delight when we Sloane and I came upon this mother and her little ones: Mother Mallard was not as delighted to see us and ushered her ducklings into nearby brush: but new life, once revealed, is seldom content with being hidden, […]