A seed, buried deep underground,
I curl in upon myself
inside my dry-hard husk,
tapping unknown inner stores,
learning to wait without expectation
for the rains to come, for warmth,
for leaf sprouts and pushing buds,
for the hour this creative darkness
will bring forth new life.
I am interested in the strange beauty of brokenness, in transforming possibility in difficult times, in how we heal even when we can’t get better, in the alchemy of surrender, in the interplay of light and shadow, in the bounty of everyday wonders, in the gift of laughter…and writing about it, all and everything.
I am interested in the strange beauty of brokenness, in transforming possibility in difficult times, in how we heal even when we can’t get better, in the alchemy of surrender, in the interplay of light and shadow, in the bounty of everyday wonders, in the gift of laughter…and writing about it, all and everything.
