Talk to me of horses, the young man says, thin locks of blonde matted on a sweaty brow, flashes of blue that fade as eyes
Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt challenges us to move beyond our comfort zone. It involves selecting a photograph, and then finding a poem in a language we do
How is it that a tree can stir my soul, so? Yet, set amongst the Douglas firs – an orchestra of giants, the reassurance of
Rooted in the earth, ever reaching for the sky – speaking nature’s truth.
Immersed in the spiritual – not yet fully present – participating, considering new beginnings, openings so much easier to go back to sleep leave the
(Rumi’s words have been on my mind lately, so I’ve decided to share them for today’s post.) The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell