memories are like ghosts—
slipping through open doors,
stealing through open windows,
piercing through open hearts
Memories
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Fog
the fog rested on the breath of the morning air–
lingering in dusty corners of gauzy dreams
Sharpened Edges
A Little List of Things I Like
i like roses in a whiskey bottle,
and wine in jelly jars,
things that are old and worn and torn,
motorcycles and vintage cars
Excerpt from the book: Smile
“And so I’ve grown to love the syllables in the word maybe. Today my head is full of maybes. Maybe healing is not linear. Maybe there is no one health care savior but many patient practitioners. Maybe the long haul is longer than anticipated. Maybe, a nap is in order. Maybe writing down your story helps. “
from the book, Smile by Sarah Ruhl, 2021
Shadows on a Curtain
morning light filters through the curtains and shadows sway across the room, across the steaming coffee cup wrapped in my hands, across the changing seasons, across time
Details
there is such great pleasure to be found in small details
After the Rain
after the rain, we contemplate the early morning fog and the lushness of the leaves and the pungent smell of the earth
Late Summer
in the evenings, the setting sun whispers, casting everything in a soft and golden late summer charm
Unexamined
there are so many sleepless nights when she longs for the unexamined life
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