Still Carrying that Fear
I remember the smell of sunlight upon my mother’s alabaster arms that distinct scent which lingered behind long after she died that scent...
The Color of Ease
Back then, she hungered for the absence of worry and the promise of unbreakable ease. She lay there drifting upon a float like an...
Night Bathing
Right outside my window a rain of birdsong rushes in - chickadees chatting, warblers whistling, blue jays commanding and robins...
Coming Back to Me
I am learning to listen to the low-lying eddy within whispering murmurations of truth and knowing. For years I mistook its faint current...
A New Way of Writing, A Different Way of Relating
(*Bringing Inner Relationship Focusing to the writing process) Don’t charge towards the center in a single, breathless blur. Instead,...
