Poetry Friday
THE WORK OF HAPPINESSby May Sarton I thought of happiness, how it is wovenOut of the silence in the empty house each dayAnd how it is not sudden and it is not givenBut… Continue reading
THE WORK OF HAPPINESSby May Sarton I thought of happiness, how it is wovenOut of the silence in the empty house each dayAnd how it is not sudden and it is not givenBut… Continue reading
Inviting Spaciousness Today when the heart is a small, tight knot,I do not try to untangle it. I don’t tug on the stringsin a desperate attempt to unravel it.I don’t even wonder at… Continue reading
Grief I had my own notion of grief.I thought it was the sad timeThat followed the death of someone you love.And you had to push through itTo get to the other side.But I’m… Continue reading