Pardon the wee hour. It seems to me this is your most active time, when I am sleeping, or attempting to. Grief, I am more than familiar with your sneaky-behind-the-scenes ways. Frustration bubbles over at a family member or a co-worker. Sadness pops up at a television commercial and tears roll. Confusion over which cereal … Continue reading Dear Grief,
transformation
Metamorphosis
A metamorphosis is happening. A change of the nature of a thing or person into a completely different one. We are in the midst of a change of condition. Do you feel it? We have been forced into our cocoons. We crawled into them quickly because danger was upon us. We had been blindly fattening … Continue reading Metamorphosis
Windstorms
The wind is howling, rushing down the mountain through the trees; they are possessed with it. I can feel them bowing and bending. I can hear the violence of crashing branches. Surround sound starts on one side of me and then swirls around to the other. In the wee hours, when my mind is wide … Continue reading Windstorms
Michelle's Mosaic 