hard + clear · motherhood · poetry · seasons
// my thoughts on Mother’s Day morning; 05.09.21 🌸
In spring, the blossoming trees bloom with so much beautiful ferocity that sometimes I think they might alight in fire…
In spring, the blossoming trees bloom with so much beautiful ferocity that sometimes I think they might alight in fire…
Pulling out a few of our favorite springtime things for after school reading & spelling practice today. It’s been raining…
“And now that you don’t have to be perfect, you can be good.” I am sitting at my desk. It’s…
“My mouth is a fire escape. The words coming out don’t know that they are naked there is something burning…
“I want to be part of the fellowship of the broken. The fellowship of the broken believe that suffering is…
“I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers…