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A simple reflection on the movement of inspiration.
(Image is part of an oil painting by my husband Len Kesling.)
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I rediscovered an old collage journal lately. 2012 was a hard year for me, with flash floods of grief. I expressed it after the waves of grief passed.
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Spending this day in a friend's battlefield, channeling peace, home now, relief.
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Thoughts of being with the dying, in the moments when they have not yet made peace with themselves, and face a dark night as potent as the dark night ..
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Just reflecting on a current theme in my life
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My husband and I have witnessed many near break-ups. Sometimes we end up casualties of other people's wars.
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A poem I wrote about my husband last week, if anyone's been misunderstood, it's him.
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On growing up in San Francisco in the 60's and 70's- losing the "village", losing myself, miracles that saved my life.
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The contrasting poem to "Remembering a Friend", my experience of churches
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I'm named for a saint, and when i was young, she was my best friend.
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