A fin. I saw a fin. I pulled and reeled. “Just keep doing what you are doing.” I had no idea what I was doing…
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I went fishing…
Up ahead lie my lake of ghosts and memories. “Papa,” I whispered into the lake’s breeze.
Retracing my Pentagram.
And my foot stepped to the end of the point, my toe reached behind to swivel back…
Self-Judgment.
I saw from myself, after waves of the past and all of the new roads ahead, a smile windowed from my soul…
Awaken the Story
In the midst of the troublesome world and a whole negative list of my own, at fifty-seven I am romanticizing my own corner of the world. As I awaken, I realize I have created a storybook life. Throughout all the ups and downs, here was my life.
Answering Life.
I will stumble with this newly, deliberately placed quality in my fifty-seven year old life. And while nothing makes me tick more than questions, I have found the gift of one answered life question.
Begonias, Orchids, Geraniums
What a scary process is this “coming to terms!” I had never been in this state before, at least with some semblance of awareness and wisdom. (I pray, at least an ounce of wisdom and a pound of prayer).
Embracing a Quick Peck of Summer
Well, true to the change of seasons, I have stories of my own transitions to tell…from the lightest moments of shopping trips…
My Return to Food
It felt good to be happy, even as I felt the memories of the last time I had even proposed to formally create it.
Soon…
“Soon..soon brown stalks awaken with green which turn to leaves.”
Stephanie Springborn 