Writing

Shadow Child

broken at the outset
stumbling along
trying to find my way
through a deeply broken world
an instrument for loving
used for another's fun
now hides behind the closed door
afraid to let you in
the aching and the yearning
the momentary glimmers
hint at what's beyond here if
the chains would come undone
yearning to be free
to fly high in exultation
soar amongst the lovers
with you held in my arms
alas I'm stuck inside here
no clues unlock that door
a shadow of the bright child

Poetry

Focus Begets Progress

This newsletter is long overdue. The delay has been a combination of technical difficulties and a lack of focus. I'm what they call a multi-passionate woman. The challenge--it's easy to get distracted and hard to stay focused.

Earlier this year I decided it was time to get some things done. I chose two top priorities. That's it. Anything else that came along and called my attention got shut down. Having a clear focus worked.

Surviving Suicide
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A Garden Path

Garden path

Our home sits at the top of a long sloping hill. In front of the house is a steep area. The previous owners put down weed block and covered the hill in lavender. It's beautiful, but I don't like weed block. It suffocates the soil and doesn't allow the natural flow of nutrients. It also meant anything in the way of wood chips ended up at the bottom of the area. It was also almost impossible to navigate.

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