Oh to growin the samedirection Reachingtoward starsand laying roots Leaning togetherthrough seasonsand storms A lifetimeintertwinedin love

Along a straight path beneath gray skies and spitting rain approach two yellow raincoats Two yellow raincoats worn by two people with yellow souls A…

I lie awake at night staring up at a blackened white ceiling as two little girls press their bodies to mine, one on each side….

I don’t just write.I receive. I don’t just write.I respond. I don’t just write.I reflect. I don’t just write.I recognize. I don’t just write.I realize….

I thank the bushes for their gift when I pluck their berries.I high five the tree branches extended out towards me.I ask the plants for…

What if I mess it all up?What if I create something great?What if I create something great out of any mess that I make? What…

I want to be your little spoon.Your cup of tea.The apple of your eye. I want to be your rock.Your anchor.Your shoulder to cry on….

A butterfly whispered past my head this morning on the trail. It came from behind, startling me as its bright orange wings swept past my…

This morning I walked in the forest after it had rained – through grass still glimmering wet and ground slick with mud. Wandering through the…

I am Papa Bear’s porridge – too hot. I am Mama Bear’s porridge – too cold. Never just right. I am Papa Bear’s bed –…