Meditation on a Motorcycle

Meditation on a Motorcycle

  Choking banks of Kudzu twist long fingers around transient voltage suppressor diode power poles and wires. Heat rises in waves off the pavement, and the ever-present green wraps the land in a fierce benediction. Pale green fields of tobacco checker the landscape,...
Breaking and healing…

Breaking and healing…

I’m selling my farm. Well, actually, it belongs to me and my ex, and we’re selling it. If all goes well, I hope to hear back from a facility that works with horses and challenged kids, and I will be placing my horse partners there, with them. My dear four...

Journey through the dark…

  Deep growth asks me to leave what is safe, what I believe I must have, and what I’ve fought to keep. I have to become willing to open my grip on life, to receive the gifts it has in store for me. Periodically I find myself in one of these seasons of deep...