compassion

As the day comes to a close, the sky promises what man can not – an end to the storm.

pause

Misty air fills my lungs, uncoiling my tightly controlled expectations for the morning, allowing the rosy glow of sunrise to enter creating space creating newness a rebirth of the day.

night walk

Weaving in and out of the streetlight’s glow, shapes of trees appear then sink back into darkness. The years of their standing written in rings.

circling

marking the days

I am once again entering into the writing life by starting this new blog. It has been four years since leaving my first blog – “through the jelly jar”. During that time, big life changes have happened. My husband and I retired and we moved to a different area of the country. I walked with

nesting

The creek lies deep in its bed casting points of light skyward. Motionless, the coyote watches my slow advance, then turns and drifts away, blending into shadows. I follow, walking past an ancient hickory, its trunk hollowed. I wonder at its strength to remain standing, bark thick and ridged. My time in this place is