A Postcard of Quiet

I haven’t had an epiphany in a while. No sudden unraveling of some hidden meaning tucked inside a birdsong, no metaphor leaping out from a tangle of vines. I haven’t walked into the woods and stumbled into a portal of clarity, or watched the tide roll in with a life-altering message etched in seafoam. AndContinue reading “A Postcard of Quiet”

The Bright Belly Beneath

The Dog Woods smelled like freshly mown grass and yesterday’s rain. The sun was fully engaged in a tug-of-war with heavy clouds. The entire day had teetered between elements, as if nature herself hadn’t yet decided: would it be brightness or gloom, breeze or burn? The only thing certain was the shifting mood of itContinue reading “The Bright Belly Beneath”