The Snow sings a song you can only hear in silence. It speaks to those who stand perfectly still, a primal music drumming in their chests: Be still. Be still. Be still. Be still … I think we both know I’m not really talking about snow. ❤
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Today…
… If I had one wish for you, it would be … Rest: … Just a little space to draw a breath, To be. To dream. To know what’s next. Just that. ❤
The Quiet Blogger: Day 1
Can I tell you a secret? Over the past 24 hours, I’ve changed my phone number … and my legal name. I’ve registered a new web domain, taken ((my own!)) professional headshot, and spent a lot of time brainstorming, scribbling, explaining and dreaming. Let’s just say that there are **a lot** of changes in […]
Say nothing …
Today. Home. * I spent the weekend in a little cabin in the woods. There was firelight. There were books. There was wine and good food, and better company. I walked in a woods dusted with snowflakes, over a carpet of furry wet ferns. I rested. And I come away from that time with a […]
Speechless
I’ve built my life around words: planted them like seed, panned for them like gold. I’ve gone out into green valleys and collected words like rainwater, storing them up for seasons of drought. This is what my kind of people do. But. There are days when words feel too small for me — a poor, […]
Coming Out of the Quiet
It’s been awhile since you saw my words here — almost a month since my last post. In real life, I’ve been busy … sometimes even frantic. But in this space I’ve let the silence fall like a curtain, heavy and thick. I needed that silence. On the heels of my last series — Same […]
Breaking Silence
I’ve been quiet for more than a week here — maybe you noticed. I needed that time to step away … to sink into silence. Sometimes I need silence the way so many good green things need winter — maybe you know what I mean. Not long ago, I mentioned that I’ve been mulling a new project […]
A Call to Speak, Left by a Podium Facing the River: Day Twenty
This post is part of the Secret Messages Project. Every day for thirty days, I’ll leave my words in places where they might be found — or might never be found at all. I hope you’ll join me. * There’s a place in Salem where the trees lean out over the river, casting crisscrossed shadows that […]
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