Mary Oliver, in her book Thirst, captures an image that stays with me, and reminds me that every moment has the potential to be life changing, and we cannot get those moments back once they have passed. How often have we moved through time unaware, and only in the looking back over our day do [...]
Archive for November, 2009
November 19 2009
I write…
I write…. I write from the old rust colored chair in the corner of my bedroom by the window, where I can watch the sun move over the tops of houses and trees and the where the steam rises from my tea cup like morning prayers. I write in a leather bound journal that houses [...]




