Poetry Friday
Gathering Light For Winter When you have no words for the wounds when your body is as hallowed out and dark as a jack-o-lantern in November when you have lost your north, your… Continue reading
Gathering Light For Winter When you have no words for the wounds when your body is as hallowed out and dark as a jack-o-lantern in November when you have lost your north, your… Continue reading
Clearing Do not try to save the whole world or do anything grandiose. Instead, create a clearing in the dense forest of your life and wait there patiently, until the song that is… Continue reading
I am the blind woman finding her way home by a map of tune. When the song that is in me is the song I hear from the world I’ll be home. It’s… Continue reading
Many of us have built up a carefully constructed work persona and we work hard at protecting that persona by keeping a fairly strict line of demarcation between our personal and professional lives. A… Continue reading