Dreaming Roses, Beauty Past Knowing
My roses are spent already this summer, and I miss them. Another summer not long ago I spend a day …
My roses are spent already this summer, and I miss them. Another summer not long ago I spend a day …
Hot Hills in Summer Heat I watch them every summer, the hot hills Crouched like a lion beside the road, …
And yet we know it’s all just one continuous unfolding as one day or year slips seamlessly into the next. …
It’s been awhile. I traded in my pen for my paintbrush these last few weeks. The new novel I’ve been …
This phrase from my poem Brimless Being is becoming a mantra I turn to often these days. It’s about the …
When I created this blog ten years ago I named it “Living on the Edge of the Wild.” I saw …
I took two months away from blogging, most of May and all of June. Some of that time was finishing …
Please Do Not Disturb: That’s how I’ve felt these past few months, and even more so these past few weeks, …
Blue and gold are my favorite colors, so much so I created a Pinterest page named Blue & Gold to …
Like many, I’ve been finding it difficult to write my normal New Year’s “Looking Back, Looking Forward” blog post. Looking …