Here in this room growing green where life leans in every direction in the morning in this oxygen rich space I chase my dreams into the day without shame and with great affection I convene with the universe at my fingertips and touch even the darkest real my mind whirls my heart feels on these lines where the soul is made whole with the magic of words in a vigil of grace here in this small paradise.
Sometimes at dawn and first light, or later, I write in our garden room looking out on elm, sage, cardinals, dove, squirrels and other wildlife.