“Not being hard on yourself is a full-time job.” I awoke in the middle of the night recently with this sentence top-of-mind, grabbed paper and pen, and wrote it down. I knew the truth of
I grew up in Windsor, Ontario with the Detroit River and the Great Lakes as my backyard playground. Our family had a boat and it wasn’t uncommon for my mom to pack a quick, cold
So, I’m doing a Thirty Day Poetry Challenge. (A hush falls over the room.) I’ve told a few friends. Commentary has been mixed. One of them assumed I meant reading one lovely poem a day.
Since the eclipse earlier this week, I have been feeling a really wonderful, and slightly surreal, sense of heightened or accelerated energy. It adds to a similar feeling I’ve had since I started this blog