Whimsical Walla

There’s a point when generosity becomes self harm when kindness cuts inwardly bleeding us silently. Where once upon a time I lived all...

It’s taken me this long to notice how spring begins to fill herself in like fall in reverse. Splotchy brown leaves mix together with...

I have always been drawn to the in-betweens to the loose precision of brushstrokes those swift splashes containing a mix of motion and...

I'm not ready for the rousing exuberance of spring I’m still craving fistfuls of darkness and flavors of silence I’m wanting to winter...

I heard a heavy swoosh from above and watched as a barred owl flapped its pterodactyl wings with intimidating grace and low-lying speed....

I was in motion before I even began created from and by a compilation and accumulation of intersecting moments of connection that birthed...

I remember the smell of sunlight upon my mother’s alabaster arms that distinct scent which lingered behind long after she died that scent...

Back then, she hungered for the absence of worry and the promise of unbreakable ease. She lay there drifting upon a float like an...

Right outside my window a rain of birdsong rushes in - chickadees chatting, warblers whistling, blue jays commanding and robins...

I am learning to listen to the low-lying eddy within whispering murmurations of truth and knowing. For years I mistook its faint current...