I believe that we all have stories and that our lives are poems we live every day. Our stories don’t have to be grand and glorious or broad and sweeping. They can be small and soft and ordinary.
I found two crow wings in the woods,a few thin bonesand other feathers scattered around…
To touch the chord of the sacred
that chimes in the heart and bones
so that other people are inspired
to pay attention to the small magics
and everyday enchantments
of their own lives.
“I’ve written before of being in
an autumn snowglobe
and though I try to think of another way to describe it,
that is truly how it feels
to stand with your head
laughing into the blue sky
as the leaves come drifting down around your shoulders.”