Smidgins of joy hidden on blank pages.
So should you happen to scorn or fail to comprehend or accept who I am, respect my soul, and what I have and haven't done, as I respect life and love itself.
It is the place where one notices such things and yet one stares ahead as if half-blind and half-deaf, for this is the permissible response when private drama unfolds in public spaces.
'Tis a blustery day that makes me feel strong. Restless winds remind me of those days when first I felt the fullness of my womanhood. It is the kind of strength which conquers horizons, yet has my feet planted squarely on the ground. There is no Earth Mother goddess: I am she, and must be... Continue Reading →