Monday, March 19, 2012
Sunday, March 11, 2012
Saturday, March 10, 2012
Curtsy to the hour of the slow sad song.
Hang low on the branches that dash your pride.
Save the day in a jar with soap to scrub.
Save the day with a song to sing and and a time to be still.
And always save the day for when you come...home...to me.
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
I have been gone a long time.
You know how sometimes we fall into those creative slumps?
I think I am on the upswing of one.
My apartment complex provided the rock.
I did the rest.
Lately I ask myself these three things:
Is it simple?
Is it gentle?
Do I feel settled?
To this painted rock, I answer YES!