Jumble

Are all summers a jumble, or is this one particularly so? A jumble of activities and experiences, a jumble of emotions—even the weather has been a bit of a jumble.  One of my delights this month is finally returning to swimming after a 5 month hiatus. The peaceful...

Searching for Words in a Fog

There once was a woman of age Who struggled to honor a page With some nourishing words Ones that sang, flew like birds, But alas! She was never a sage. (And such hopes are so often a cage.)   Plus it’s winter, it’s cold and it’s dark, And her mind must be locked...

Color and Line

There are several topics I intend to explore here in the coming months, but the war in Ukraine has dissolved my words right now. I’m so weary of eons of glorified dominance and control. Which leaves me sadly subdued. When I’m not weary, I’m angry. Or in some kind of...