Changing Sights
The twilight lasts for hours, the slow fading light from east to west, the stars hazy at first get clearer, sharper in the dark, the...
Changing Sights
What I learned about being still
Walking Labyrinths
It’s that time
looking up
And revery.
A lack of gardening
Summer
Why I was writing myself into corners…
Grandson
Possibilities….
Mother’s Day
Weeding
A habit of words
Poetry and Community
Passover
Good Enough
Novel Writing
Winter rising in to air…