Stability

{Photo credit for diptych: Mary Jo Pierce on the left. Bonnie Saul Wilks on the right.} I am listening to the early rain, drinking morning coffee, meditating on the open road before me as the new year begins… It is ridiculously obvious to I say that I sense levels of change on this new day … More Stability

Resisting Ceremony

Resisting Ceremony   There is something in the conceit of youthfulness that resists ceremony. Maybe I am a middle-aged woman who still dresses up for church, remembers the Pilgrims on Thanksgiving Day, recites the pledge of allegiance to my country with joy and pride and thinks that formal observance transcends post-modern culture. I am a one who … More Resisting Ceremony

Rusted Filigrees

Rusted Filigrees   It will not be said of me that “I staggered not” at the promises of faith, rather that “my hand held the sword.” I’ve altered and swayed, plummeted in despair and hoped to hope. Yet I held focus in all the shifting on that which changes not.   I’ve lingered much on … More Rusted Filigrees