The breath and belly of it all….

Winter rolls into Spring and my heart rides the growing waves that lift and toss and throw me sometimes further out as I begin to set my hope on a door that slowly opens, then closes sudden and an undertow sweeps me into a tailspin and I’m struggling breathless and unable to work my wings…

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To write through the window…………

The windows are open to a warm October afternoon as the phone rings and I’m startled  by the sound of the roar in my head as my eyes land on the caller ID and see my hand  lift the receiver. Children’s Home Society of N.C. I answer in slow motion, feeling the turn of the earth as a season changes. ~  ~  ~  ~  ~ She’d just turned 18 the last…

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Can’t wrap it up pretty with a bow….

I’ve been flummoxed,  wanting to offer you a fresh bouquet from the gardens I’ve been tending, about watery melons and milk thistle tea, wildflower honey and coppertone on a breeze. It meets some sort of primal need in me to create beauty with words and pictures,  to share the light streaming in from my window and lean…

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