It began yesterday when I came home from an errand and parked the car in the spot facing the house and right beside the sidewalk. Something in the car caught my attention so I sat for a moment, looking down. When I raised my head, there on the sidewalk, perfectly framed by the window, was…
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Stained-Glass Verse
There are days when I breathe deepest within the cradle of sensory input…When I need to push against something that already is in order to make space for what I am feeling or thinking. Coffeeshops are often perfect for that…it is indifferent input, asking nothing of me, not requiring response and not interrupting…just a steady…
Consider the Lilies 