The realm of writing is a place that always feels like coming home. It is an escape I can become consumed by as the rest of the world floats away. Words for me are magic coming alive on paper.
The Call Of The Valley
Is the heron calling me home? Is it calling me back to the place I have known? The valleys haunting cry calls to me Wherever I go
This past summer I went through a challenging time. I have been dealing with mental health issues for years and thought it might be a good idea to go off all my meds at once.
Her Hermit Heart
My heart hides under folded fitted sheets It is tucked away in a long forgotten cupboard In a abandoned run down cabin The kind you find like magic in the middle of the woods