Have you seen Maiden, Mother, Crone?

I’ve missed you

The first snow an inch maybe two bundled up I drop on my back in the snow and slowly begin making a snow angel I’ve missed you


How do you learn to trust after you have been taught not to that question touches everything if you let it


I am not a child I do not need a babysitter if you must treat me like a teenager I will text before I leave I will text when I get there I will text when I leave I will text when I get home and you don’t have to worry and I get to be free a little...


The power of touch they miss it young and old single or widowed divorced selfless touch no expectation of anything in return and they whisper I forgot what it feels like to be touched

At the end of a day

Let me close my eyes at the end of a day in the hills doors open breezes blow in scent of pine and clean air has no unnatural smell here and I hear an owl calling in the trees marking his territory looking for dinner as I drift off to...