It’s been a year since Dad died. A year since the excruciating day we said our goodbyes. November 13. It seems like yesterday and a decade ago all at the same time. Funny how time warps itself when traumatic situations occur. I am somewhere in the folded pages of that time trying to find my … Continue reading The Sparrow
poetry
Real Fall
Golden light filtered through my window creating a morning altar…the whole room alight with silent comfort. I rise and follow the light to my back porch, watching it rise and cover the valley. Filtering between the trees, waking the birds and their songs, even the tree frogs acknowledge the light. No creature is immune from … Continue reading Real Fall
Hole in My Soul
I lost my voice. No talking for several days, shouting to create a whisper. Just as well. I haven’t had much to say lately. No words, at least. Lots of feelings. None that I can really describe. Turns out, a week or so of silence is just what I needed. There is no pressure to … Continue reading Hole in My Soul
Dancing Light
I live in a deciduous forest, meaning I am surrounded by hardwoods. I pretend I am in a treehouse when I sit on my porch. To sit among the trees transports my imagination. When the wind is blowing, the leaves sway. The rays of sunlight filter through the leaves creating dancing light. The stronger the … Continue reading Dancing Light
The Cursed Cursor
Some days I don’t have anything to say. Others, my hands cannot keep up with my thoughts. It seems I vacillate from one extreme to the other. Writing is my comfort and my curse. The cursed cursor blinks at me, as if asking me what next? What to say? What to type? Sometimes I talk … Continue reading The Cursed Cursor
The Sound of Many Waters
From the time I was a little girl, I have loved the sound of running water because it calls to me. We had creek in our neighborhood that we had to cross on the way to the pool. I regularly dillydallied on the way home to visit with the creek. In the mountains, I knew … Continue reading The Sound of Many Waters
Broken Candle
My candle was broken. When I selected it from the box at the church door it was intact. I didn’t intend to break it. I stood to worship on Christmas Eve. Singing all my favorites of the season. A much-needed heart lift. Of course, all my favorites are also Mom’s favorites, so my vision got … Continue reading Broken Candle
Michelle's Mosaic 