River she keeps rolling….

Sometimes it cuts through sudden,   the blade of old ache, so sharp it slices into the tender parts of who we are; funny how a season soaked in merry-making can shake loose the pain, send it fumbling  from where it lay buried alive and this,  too,  is gift because sometimes in the wreckage we settle too soon and the nails we…

Read More

bird in a skyfull of love….

My heart is full of river and sky and apple blossom and newborn green, of leaves uncurling buttery soft and smelling still not of this world and it’s a fresh breeze I’m breathing as the sun shines soft on the field of dreams I carry inside. My business is busy and my foot is mending but i’m…

Read More

a heartfull of hymn….

  For rivers and fountains and leaves and fields and bulbs and seeds and stories and songs and all the ways that love pours in when hope holds open the door, I whisper thanks, and for flight and flutter and drift and dance and all the ways that family happens,  that art happens, that rest…

Read More

a long, slow twirl….

I wish you rich,  sweet rest, the kind that feels like a long,  slow twirl to the sound of silence singing. a little twirling is a lot good for a tired soul:) “Everything changed the day she realized there was exactly enough time for the important things in her life.” -Brian Andreas  

Read More