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A dreamy little rambling on about what I wanted to be before bills, benefits, and sensible shoes entered the conversation of life… When I was young, I did not dream in salaries. I did not sit around imagining direct deposit, retirement plans, or whether a job came with dental. Childhood dreams have the luxury of…
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A couple of years ago, I met a lady who had a craft booth in the shop where I worked. She did felting, and I remember thinking, “Well, that looks different… and possibly like something my inner crafter would immediately need to investigate.” After watching her demonstrations, I took a class—and just like that, I…
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The strange, tender timing of the things that can leave a mark… Coincidence is a funny little word for something that can feel anything but little. It means the surprising things that happen at the same time by chance, with no planning and no obvious connection. They just happen. Sometimes we hardly notice them. Sometimes…
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No matter… No matter… what I do for some, it will never be enough.No matter… how good I am, some will still think I am bad.No matter… how hard I try to make things better, they all won’t be.No matter… how hard I work, not everything will ever get done.No matter… what I say, some…
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A Rambling on about unfinished pages, beloved rereads, and the one book I will never truly be done with. I have a complicated relationship with unfinished books. Not hostile, exactly. More like the relationship one has with exercise equipment bought in January… hopeful, slightly guilty, and occasionally dusted with good intentions. There are books on…
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Daybreak…. Sitting in the dark before the dawn,I seem to hear the earth stretch and yawn…Silence falls about me with an abrupt yielding blow,as the darkness starts to surrender to the oncoming glow…Daylight colors the sky in luminescent shades,as little by little the dark of the night begins to fade…The soft sound of life…
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Rambling on through a broken heart about fictional worlds and losing the light in a world that is growing darker day by day… There is something wonderfully tempting about the idea of living inside a fictional world. Who wouldn’t want to step through a wardrobe, traverse a secret entrance behind fireplace, board a starship, wander…
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Rambling on about a time in history I would like to be there for…| If I could go back and visit one account of history, I would not choose a moment of celebration alone. I would choose a moment wrapped in grief, exhaustion, hope, and fear: the end of World War II and the gathering…
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Do you ever spend time daydreaming? I do… Sometimes more time than I should or care to admit. This morning again I perused my poetry Journal. Sharing words seems to be what I want to do today too. Do you… Do you ever wonder just where you’re headed some days,wondering what will come as you just…
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Rambling on about being inked, scars, and the stories our bodies keep… I have toyed with the idea of getting a tattoo for as long as I can remember. I have drawn designs, saved ideas, studied other people’s ink in grocery store lines and parking lots, and wondered, sometimes kindly, sometimes nosily, what made them…
Dirt Road Therapy 