Tag Archives: Traveling
You are the seed I am contemplating, as if I were soil feeling nourished enough to offer a place for deep roots, as if I were grounded. I am like a traveler, however, passing through; sections of me eroding, year after year.
never ends. I’m so pleased and proud to have an essay publish on Grown and Flown this week. The essay explores a few difficult junctures of letting go as my oldest–my daughter–has spread her wings in life. Please check it out! H teaching her little … Continue reading
Dear Rhurac, I am here in the land of poetry, dance, and music; because you are not with me, the paper refuses my words, the floor swallows my jig, and the air silences my song. 143 Your Hysedai