Tame the Wind

I cannot be an untamed wind, whipping others about without a soft place to land, especially when legs are barely strong enough to stand. When you tremble in your shoes and have so much to lose, you cannot open your hands to let go or to hold on when all the silken petals are gone … More Tame the Wind

Sweet Temperance

The primordial thirst. Where is my fountain?  Where is my wellspring? The yearning for love to find all the dark places in hiding, and let the light in. To be held shaking and crying. To be naked and small in your arms. To be a tiny broken thing.Why the yearning to be touched there if … More Sweet Temperance