March On!

March On!

The first day of a brand new year seems so ordinary. It’s new but I’m old. Before I stomp off into dismay and cast a shadow over my soul that is bleak, I pause to reframe. A new year is like a freshly set table full of possibilities of what’s to...

This Room I’m In

The fragrance of line-dried linens gathers in the room and swirls around with the steam of my hazelnut coffee up into the heavenly, high ceiling, white. And down again along the edge of my mind pulling me along the tail end of a dream lost many years ago. The curtains...