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I know that I’m not the only one. Although I haven’t entered the forest yet, I’ve come to realize that I’ve been playing in the small brook that sits outside of it. I can’t see the trees on my walls, but I can hear… Continue Reading “The Water by the Edge of the Forest – On Depression and Healing”
I have been unable to write. Staring at the screen, I can feel the words within my fingertips wanting to break free, to flow onto the white screen until their story is told. Yet, every time I go to write, the words wait still,… Continue Reading “The Depths of You – A Poem”
*For Sylvia You have taught me a new way to use my voice. The brush and pallet knife are extensions of my arm. I’m no longer afraid to try new things and explore the forest of possibilities, to part the trees or grass that… Continue Reading “Dance Across the Canvas – A Poem”
I am made of water. It runs within the blood that flows under my skin. My body is heavy with it, carrying this weight of unshed tears. I try to find something to make my cry, let the tears slide from my eyes as… Continue Reading “The Weight of Water – A Poem”
This year has left me changed. I feel like I’ve lost my way and I’m no longer sure of my direction. The shadows have tried to claim me, yet I have found moments that shine despite the dark or even because of it. The… Continue Reading “The Light and the Drum – A Poem”