CHAPTER 1 It was surprisingly cool, as the grain enveloped me all the way up to my waist. The scent in the old barn was of mounds of fresh wheat, and old wood, and the air was warm and dry, and filled with expectation. All was quiet except for the shrieks of exclamation as one … More The Third Legacy
Sunflowers turn their glorious gaze upon their lover… the sun. They raise their faces, and crane their sturdy green necks ever closer, and as near as possible in an attempt to soak up the essence of light, and they can’t get enough… They are insatiable, and even though the weight of their heads makes them … More “A Splintered Reality…”
via I blew out my flip flops…
I did, its true..I blew them out, ..I knew it was bound to happen, and I went back and forth in the shoe store not sure what I wanted to buy as replacement shoes. I ended up leaving “Marshall’s,” almost purchasing a leather faux birkenstock pair of slide on sandals, but was just not sold. … More I blew out my flip flops…
The pines are gracefully silhouetted against the early morning sky, and through my window, I hear the beginnings of a brand new day. Birds with cheery hearts tweet their welcome with a full and lively song, and the cool air breezes gently in, which brings much refreshment. The stillness out on the lake, mirrors the … More This present patience…
So.. apparently this feeling that I’ve swallowed a fork, and it went down sideways, is a thing. For about 6 months now, I keep feeling like something has been literally stuck in my neck, making it feel like I have swallowed a large vitamin, and it’s lodged there…immovable. I’ve had my thyroid checked, and had … More “ The lump in my throat..”
What is the significance of butterflies? I have always wondered about this.. They come in such a variety of remarkable colors.. stunning in their coloration, and markings. I have known people who have tattooed them upon their person, to remember a child that was lost, or had been killed. A particular story I am recalling, … More A blue butterfly🦋…..
My nose is cold, and when I breathe it all in, I sniffle a little, but it is the most refreshing air… this north country cottage air. It clears the head, and as I welcome the crisp fresh air into my lungs, I am grateful.. to be here.. once again… at a place where time … More The fresh growth….
This phrase can leave me to wondering….exactly where do all roads lead? Do they lead me to you, to him, her, them? Or is it to a more specific place, a plateau after a rigorous climb up a steep mountain face? Is it to the resting and knowing place that I am where I am … More All roads lead…..
With still half asleep eyes, I shrugged on my light grey tights, black tee shirt, and jacket, and since I’m sporting three day hair, that’s in desperate need of a fresh shampoo, a stocking cap seemed the best option. It was a brisk morning, and the girl beagle looked expectedly up at me, as I … More “Hallelujah anyhow…”