June 2010
Rain?
I smelled it before I saw or heard it. Rain drops on dry ground, moisture in the air. Prayer came quickly to my mind. Please rain come, it could be just the help the firefighters need to get this blaze under control. It could be just what charred soil needs to begin to renew. It [...]
Read more >>Staying On Course
Sometimes you have to remind yourself, why you chose the path, and learn to stay the course, even when it is tough.
Read more >>Untitled
Showing up. Taking time. Finding Balance. I miss coming here, to the blank page on a regular basis, putting together small snapshots of: the day, my heart, and work. In doing this it seems to help me process my life that is spinning past. Deadlines pile up. The days fly by like the scenery outside [...]
Read more >>Graduation
I have been trembling to write. Words pile up in my mind stringing themselves together into sentences that there they seem elegant and meaningful and when I go to put them on paper they dissolve into thin air. Like butterflies these sentences and thoughts dance in front of me just out of my reach, I [...]
Read more >>All Right: A Snapshot of Hope
A wonderful trip to the farmers market, blueberry pancakes shared with fresh juice, conversation, wholesome, gentle and progressive in the best little restaurant in Flagstaff. Lunch: fresh mozzarella, perfect sweet tomatoes from the market, and fresh basal, with aged balsamic, freshly baked soft sourdough with homemade garlic herb butter. Walking hand-in-hand, a long embrace. Moments [...]
Read more >>O.K.
It seems like the feelings of pain and emotional unrest are jumping around hyperspace. Some of my favorite people are in pain and don’t know how to deal with the unknown of what tomorrow brings, and some new ones I don’t even know her but I feel like I could be through her writing. I know [...]
Read more >>Un-recognizable
Sometimes life takes so many twists, turns and changes that it becomes nearly unrecognizable and that’s what I have found as I look at my life today. It has changed so much in three months that I don’t seem to hold onto anymore than a fragment of what used to be. The rhythm and shape [...]
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