a journey through middle age I at no time wanted to be in the middle of anything. Instead, I traversed the outskirts where conversations were more intimate – stories longer. Yet, I find myself amid this strange and humble season. Midlife is an odd and wondrous place in which to reside. Our bodies feel theContinueContinue reading “The Middle”
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Seed to Life: Learning to write…again.
To write ethereal words on parchment. My pleadings swell before the quill can touch paper. I realize too late that my musings are lost – the ink is dry and cracked, and no amount of water can revive. The parchment moth-eaten crumbles beneath a feather touch. I anguish. My inability to convert said musings intoContinueContinue reading “Seed to Life: Learning to write…again.”
Reflection of Providence 