Cheryl Strayed promised me in “Tiny Beautiful Things” that all the wasted days would add up to something. And they are beginning to. As is all the time spent “wasted” reading – something I’ve always felt vaguely guilty about. I hadn’t read a book in a couple of weeks (unheard of really in my world […]
Hiding behind you walls Eyes narrowed hands clenched heart small You believe your own lies About “them” all and what “they” say You tell yourself and it echoes back “They all hate me but I don’t care about that” Or so you tell yourself as you shove another brick in the wall and apply mortar […]
A tree reflected in a puddle is still a tree The moon reflected in the river is still a moon The sky reflected in the ocean is still the sky You are not what you see (or think you see) reflected in someone’s eyes You are you Like the tree The sky Or the moon […]
I’m travelling again. I am addicted to it. Whether it is driving, flying or riding – travel grows space for the soul to find itself again. During normal life we tumble headlong into the habitual nooks and crannies of our lives. I am a real homebody so this love of travel is a weird juxtaposition […]
It occurred to me that I haven’t done a post about books for awhile. Because I haven’t read any. I’ve been too busy and plus Some days you wonder if all the books in the all world are worth it anyway (Which is a funny thing for a book lover to say) I mean I […]
