Nurturing Sensitivity

It is miraculous that flower should rise by flower alike in loveliness — as though mirrors of some perfection could never be too often shown — silence holds them — in that space. William Carlos Williams ‘The Crimson Cyclamen” In a few days’ time I will, once again, following a year’s hiatus, be in aContinue reading “Nurturing Sensitivity”

Why I write

A sliver separates me from the solace that I find myself in and the quieting world outside. A window, slightly ajar, its gaudy day-white frame barely visible in the outer fringes of the penumbra cast by the screen before me, is the gateway. It is the time of hush, the time of transformation. I listen,Continue reading “Why I write”

Captured by the moon

I opened the back door and walked out past the wind blown patio onto the greening grass beyond.  Not so different from any other morning since the snows melted.  Immediately, my eyes were drawn to the milky orb suspended grandly in the dawning southwest sky.  The moon, full and bright, called.  And I gazed andContinue reading “Captured by the moon”

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