This December 7.

The planes flew in, Sunday morning at 7:55am. It was the season of Advent.

Fish Memories (I went fishing, part 2)

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…

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.

My Own Little Lesson of Flight

July 13, 2022 It’s a funny evolution really….not quite podcast yet, but…. Who knows? I might brave TikTok too! Enjoy! Stephanie