What corridor is this? What beckoning – wordless sublime… is this awakening or does death posture in shadows… my heart yearns mourns … to be
An edited version of “The Spirit of Horses” has been posted on One Woman’s Day blog, a project of the Story Circle Network. Thank you
I navigate sharp twists, confront rough trails, steep slopes, swoon at dizzying heights, feel my frailty – this path is for rugged, mountain-born, those accustomed
Introducing colour to water offering it up to blank pages learning less is better and gentle strokes elicit blossoming results Introducing colour to water breathing
We dream of knights to lift us from our woes men of steel, whose arms hold us tight, protect us for we are weak…wait, what?
Can we talk? said he chest burdened, bursting to confess It’s about our living situation, you see… well, maybe you don’t It’s just that, I