Becoming your proper size {How to rest in the urgent}
They call it paradise and, aside from the daddy long legs stalking me in the shower, it pretty much is. A soft blue and yellow bedroom with hydrangea blossoms on…
When words fail
Words fail me. Maybe that’s the point. Some things are spoken most truly without words. Isn’t that why there are sunsets and roses and hugs? And people who sit, silent,…
The joy that hides in my pocket
The sun sifts a golden path across the satiny surface of the clouds beneath us. A small ribbon of rainbow curves itself around its luminous source. Through gaps in the…