I don’t breathe easily. But I do try. I sing. I sip tea. I listen to the birds and cicadas. I drink cool water and try to get enough sleep. I walk barefoot in […]
this warped and weathered tree twisted by wind grey with time. it speaks more to my soul than many tongues of men.
I look up into the tangled tendrils of the willow branches falling around me, their softness and sway on me the way hair falls around a face, on shoulders, and down a bare back. […]
(Originally written December 2015) The other day I took my kids to a nearby field with an enormous swing set. It’s a unique spot where we get to freely run, sing, picnic, swing, and […]