Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life? – Mary Oliver
Closer to home
As I write the skies are still pre-dawn dark, dripping down lazily as I wipe the sleep from my eyes. The house panthers cuddled in close when the rain begun, I thought it was just chilly but was soon throwing off the sheet and blanket, covered in a humid sheen of sweat. It is late…
Absent Moments
Another month has passed in a whirlwind of absent moments. To where I feel the only mark of time is how often I refill my pill sorting box. It’s Wednesday again, another week gone, in cycle over and over again and it’s a month, it’s a quarter of the year, it’s four years altogether. The…
So many things
Moved back to the land that has held my heart for more than half my life. I wake every morning feeling hugged by the roots below me. I walk outside barefoot, haven’t for over four years. Perhaps longer. Every step I take I can feel the land pulling me back to her. Everything is blooming.…
Keep Sucking
Sooooo had a massive cancer scare. GET YOUR ANNUAL CHECKUPS!! Huge tumors in my abdomen from left-behind fibroid tissue after my partial hysterectomy (took the uterus, left the ovaries) in 2012. That left behind tissue grew into massive tumors. And MANY of them. Hence my persistent belly no matter what I did to lose weight…
One more year
Of your towering smiles, your warm arms, Of lumbering voice that could shake the windowsills And terrorize the birds outside If you were less gentle. One more year Of tucking feathers in each other’s messy hair When the trail calls our names And we wander farther than our eyes think, Our feet carrying us as…
When a woman spends time cutting a sailboat into pieces, under the tallest pecans for 100 miles…
Well. About 15 years ago my ever adventurous dad parked his 30 foot sailboat in their backyard down by the creek lining the bottom of the property. It sat there for a while, under the towering pecans, until a storm made the creek flood and picked the boat clean off the trailer, spun it, and…
Life of a woodworker…drove two hours to cut up a fallen branch of 300 year old pecan so that I can turn it into beautiful things. Fallen from one of my absolute favorite trees for over half of my life. The wood smelled of summers growing up on the quiet small town roads of Stephenville,…
Punishment
“It is a mourning, to be broken for one we love. And it doesn’t heal easily or quickly. I’m over three years now from walking away from who I thought was the love of my life and still not the same. It is unfair how we punish ourselves.” I wrote this today to my longest…
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