
The Solitary Habit
My father died two months ago. Yesterday, we did a sunrise walk together.
My father died two months ago. Yesterday, we did a sunrise walk together.
As a small pond grew and changed, so did I. PART THREE: Year of leave-taking.
“Sometimes escape can be an art, or a selfishness, or just a gift you need to give yourself.” — Stephen Dunn, from his poem, “Mercy”
The winds of your life are shifting when you realize that you are buying more sympathy cards than birthday cards.
Listen to the sky where the world offers itself to your imagination.
Sometimes healing means returning to the same place and listening.
“Writing about writer’s block is better than not writing at all.” — Charles Bukowski (1920-1994), underground writer and poet
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