Beauty Run-in

It is dark in my house, although it's only 4 in the afternoon. There is something about being alone, in your most comfortable place, during a dark afternoon. It's like a magical gift. A light scent of lavender incense wafts through the tall ceilings, circling the balloons -- still clinging to their float from days... Continue Reading →

Resetting Intention

It has been bubbling up, making itself known, riding in the passenger's seat next to me. Just brewing under the surface, that sort of ever-present existence of  'you must create' that sits, pounding under the tongue of most writers. But this time, it's changed. It isn't just "you must write" ––it has become "you must... Continue Reading →

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