this poem is a part of Mindful Writing Day with Fiona and Kaspa
Blacksburg, VA- Nov 1, 2012
Peculiar fallen feathers,
atop the dried leaves on the sidewalk.
Someone lost part of their Halloween costume last night.
this poem is a part of
The measure of time gone by since my last post was made apparent when I had to think about how to post an image. I have found my word for the year to be most useful - again.
Pause. It is just fine to stop when you are out of breath, from being too busy, or just completely gone.
I was completely gone here:
Sedona, Arizona October 2012
Flying back home, we are whirled into focus as we pray for those affected by Hurricane Sandy. A deep pause of prayer.