r e f l e c t i o n s

June 13, 2012

as a bird flies

I write as a bird flies. I am carried, moved by a force outside of myself. I have the gift, the wings, the intelligent design of […]
June 13, 2012

into the greening

my secret begins with stepping stones I risk I cross I make my escape into the greening of a new paradise the entrance to living speaking […]
June 13, 2012


Life makes sense to me when I am alone out in nature, when I welcome it as a companion. The trees grow up and up and […]
April 25, 2012


Faith. This word that I used to have as a brand on my forehead. Making me an easy target. For those who would own me. Those […]