‘I watched her from a hidden place on high as the wind played about her hair; gently shining webs of gold threaded gossamer~ Her fingers held flowers the way lovers embrace, moving through the forest like an enchanting lullaby~ Walking into the light, as shadows retreat and dance behind her; thoughts formed all that she… Continue reading We are Secrets Finding, Unfolding unto the Light
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Moments in Ash Rose Hollow
Years ago, I found a sepia print of her in the attic. Lovely and timeless, she stood in her youth. Her lithe frame, gossamer hair and winter blue eyes looked upon someone who knew how to make her smile. A smile, that could make the thorniest man unshackle the taut irons around his heart. I… Continue reading Moments in Ash Rose Hollow
A Town at Night has its Own Secrets
“A town at night has its own secrets,” An old woman whispered this into my ear when I was a child. I recall the late afternoon she came shuffling down the lane by our house in October, while my Daddy was chopping wood for the coming winter. Dust just swirling up behind her like she was… Continue reading A Town at Night has its Own Secrets
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