Poetry Friday
We Shake with Joy We shake with joy, we shake with grief. What a time they have, these two housed as they are in the same body. Mary Oliver
We Shake with Joy We shake with joy, we shake with grief. What a time they have, these two housed as they are in the same body. Mary Oliver
Today is my birthday. I am now of a “certain age”, but like my mother before me, I don’t talk about age. Anne Lamott is a writer I admire hugely and her quote… Continue reading
When The Roses Speak (flowers on my desk) As long as we are able to be extravagant, we will be hugely and damply extravagant. Then we will drop foil by foil to the… Continue reading
Hold on to what is good even if it is a handful of earth. Hold on to what you believe even if it is a tree that stands by itself. Hold on to… Continue reading
If I am encouraging you to take up my weekly writing prompt, I really should be joining you. I need the inspiration too! The first thing I thought of this morning was the… Continue reading
The Swan Did you too see it, drifting, all night, on the black river? Did you see it in the morning, rising into the silvery air – An armful of white blossoms, A… Continue reading
Readers of this blog know how much it means to me to welcome new bloggers to our community and encourage their writing – it’s the reason I created the Weekly Round-Up because I… Continue reading
Don’t Hesitate If you suddenly and unexpectedly feel joy, don’t hesitate. Give in to it. There are plenty of lives and whole towns destroyed or about to be. We are not wise, and… Continue reading