It’s a mess, but it doesn’t have to be.
A poem about needing to be free.
I have made a huge change in my life. It involved separating from my spouse and moving across many states to begin a new life with my family. I quit a job that housed some magnificent co-workers. I left friends. What I find, as I sit here in a quiet house surrounded by the peace…… Continue reading Finding Peace
Oh what time will do to a person… I don’t really know about some things, but I am sure of one certainty. I need space. Lots of it. Open fields, oceans, anything really as long as I don’t see people around. Call it what you will, but it is a strange sense of therapy. I…… Continue reading Finding Pieces of Myself