Tag Archives: storms

drenched

it was a sunny, August morning when my daughter and i set out on our walk.  we were deep in conversation and miles from home when the storm hit.  somehow, we didn’t see it coming. summer storms are like that.  … Continue reading

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bent

wind.  storms.  affliction. disruptions to our quiet, settled lives.  times when we feel blown around and beaten. and bent. like broken branches… our old, dead and unused parts get pruned off by the strength of the wind.  and at first … Continue reading

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fearlessness

                 this is an ode to January. to be honest you’ve left me cold and wanting most of the time January. you’re a typical first born…demanding attention and wielding your authority. you’re like a familiar friend that speaks of new starts and … Continue reading

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