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That lovely greenbelt

Almost a month has gone by and I’m still getting to know the neighborhood and parks nearby. Walking has become somewhat routine and finally I’ve a good route mapped out on the twisting streets that takes me an hour and doesn’t force me to look at my clock constantly to see if I’ll get backContinue reading “That lovely greenbelt”

Is it heartless

In the morning I wipe the sleep from my eyes, thanking my brain for not dreaming of her. And it feels good and right that I have habits that are mine and only mine and don’t come from our time together. Even so she’s still there, when I look at my hair growing in fromContinue reading “Is it heartless”

Heal yourself

“Heal yourself with the light of the sun and the rays of the moon. With the sound of the river and the waterfall. With the swaying of the sea and the fluttering of birds. Heal yourself with mint, neem, and eucalyptus. Sweeten with lavender, rosemary, and chamomile. Hug yourself with the cocoa bean and aContinue reading “Heal yourself”

From Sorrowland by Rivers Solomon

“‘I like the woods,” she said. ‘In them, the possibilities seem endless. They are where wild things are, and I like to think the wild always wins. In the woods, it doesn’t matter that there is no patch of earth that has not known bone, known blood, known rot. It feeds from that. It growsContinue reading “From Sorrowland by Rivers Solomon”

Routine

Predictability is tiresome to me. I know that most creatures, humans as well, thrive on routines, but to me they’re maddening. I’m a morning person and love getting up with the sun, but as soon as the stretching is done I have to slip back into the usual every morning and it makes me wantContinue reading “Routine”

Drawing a circle

It’s so odd looking back now. Every relationship I’ve been in, how I thought I was a whole, interesting, solid person. Then years past I look back and see nothing but the scared girl I was. I grew up thinking I’d had an idyllic childhood. Who else’s parents bring her up on her grandparent’s airport?Continue reading “Drawing a circle”

From “Untamed – The Wildest Woman in America and the Fight for Cumberland Island” by Will Harlan

“Carol began wondering if she would ever escape Atlanta. Amid her daily drudgery, she followed one guiding principle, which kept her connected to the real world beneath the concrete and beyond the city limits; search for the source. Food didn’t come from a grocery store. Water didn’t come from a faucet. Ultimately, everything came fromContinue reading “From “Untamed – The Wildest Woman in America and the Fight for Cumberland Island” by Will Harlan”

From “No Rules” by Sharon Dukett

“I stood and began walking through the mammoth trees, keeping the river in sight. There was a hush in the forest as I entered it. The trees seemed to absorb all sound. It reminded me of reverence, like when you enter a church and voices grow dim and respectful. Except church was the exact oppositeContinue reading “From “No Rules” by Sharon Dukett”