i am thankful for days that have not yet been and dreams dreams just waiting to begin and songs love songs i have not heard and the one day that reconciles here and there and every where that leads me closer to home because home is where my restless heart…

I realized these were all the snapshots which our children would look at someday with wonder, thinking their parents had lived smooth, well-ordered lives and got up in the morning to walk proudly on the sidewalks of life, never dreaming the raggedy madness and riot of our actual lives, our…

What do we leave behind? When I consider climate change and nuclear war, I contemplate an empty Earth without us. One day, someone or something will wonder about us. Who we were and how we lived. What will we leave them? When I was a little girl, half of our…

i thought darkness was the canvas for the twinkle of stars the firefly in summer the snow fall in winter the broken heart grief in loss the pain that does not end but i now know darkness is the question even after why the unexplainable capacity for evil the pleasure…

we argue what is life when does it begin when does it end life really begins in moments life is catching a gaze across the room and feeling my heart beat a longing a mere wondering are your eyes brown ore they blue a sacred communication without a whisper of…

maybe marriage requires whole souls half souls will never ever make the journey the broken roads the storms the blue sky that often does not come and the realization that no one completes us we must know ourselves as if we are our own favorite book we must know what…

i shall walk myself home every morning i will look towards the sun and when it sets i will find the path of golden moon glow i will breath in the air and go where flowers are everywhere and if i ever dream of marrying again i will wear them…

My son texted me this Calvin and Hobbes cartoon yesterday. I thought about the dishes I haven’t used. The sheets still in their packaging. The wine still unopened in the bottle. The earrings never worn. My life on hold just waiting for an “Okay to go.” And all of this…

what if sight went away and you could not see the shimmery fog move like a ghost across the early morning green waking field what if you could hear the bird outside your window but never see her bright yellow breast as she builds herself a nest on a branch…