My body an urn of ashes and ruin,
I thought the fire of my life had gone out.
But depression is a cunning acolyte.
To forge my wholeness, the fire had gone in.
Urn
About Ann
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.
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