You are lovely with your abundance of rich green Rainforest surrounded by the wild ocean. When juxtaposed with the desert, the desert loses and I don’t want to leave you. And your flowers. My granddaughter said, “I want to take a picture of the flowers…

December baby. A week before Christmas. My mother told me many years ago she and my father put me under the tree. I was their Christmas present. In rural Pennsylvania in December – at least in years past it was a snowflake spectacle. Temperatures in…

Pain dulls the senses. On overload, we shut down; Going into survival mode, allowing only the most basic needs to have voice. When this happens in succession…when there is rapidfire negative stimuli, this state becomes the new norm –  “this too shall pass” becomes the…

I am a gypsy at heart. Even after children. Case in point – In 2008, I excepted my third counseling job, packed up the SUV, attached a makeshift hauler to it, our belongings hanging out over the edges, and traipsed with my adolescent children Beverly…

My mother wanted so much to be normal/to project normal. She had rules for behavior. Don’t borrow from others, nor lend. Don’t go where you’re not wanted. Be nice, say thank you, be sorry, don’t tell the neighbors our business… Not toxic shame, but some…

My, me, you, yours ours… hours gone. is it enough? US All of us who are Here Now can we make that be real everyday? Can I smile, wave even…at you…you at me and want to know each other’s story, hold that energy for the…

I had the experience once… more than once- of having someone in my life – a man to love me. someone in the tub, someone in the hallway waiting for me to come home. not now…now the house is empty. No lingering man scent in…

“This drink of luminosity is always within reach. This belongs to everyone.” Nepo you beautiful soul. It is the river of light of which he speaks. My course has Traveled along another river – dark and meandering, it’s waters murky yet beautiful. There is beauty…

This time it was easy let the flow come through in easy motion sometimes words fail me this time they danced off my fingers like they were slipping into a warm bath I love these times finding powers in the distillation of time and energy…

I breathe deeply through everything. Sometimes I do scream at it. Lately the runner is resurfacing. For a living I help with trauma. Lately I want a big break. I have a passion I don’t get to express enough. I care but I’m feeling depleted….