And she walked.  She walked away, and kept walking. Back to the riverbed and the forest and the trees that healed her.  Held her. Back to facing the sunshine and the air outside, holding her lens — her sword and shield. And she listened.  She listened to the sounds of possibility.  They were everywhere. SheContinue reading “March”


I kept busy, stayed buried For years and years Worked weekends, week nights The struggle, the strife Kept feeding the candlelight With nothing much left to fight Everyone else seems to measure their life in years So why do I judge mine by the days? I have always been impatient – resigned Waiting on theContinue reading “Reasons”