Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
It struck me today that for her entire life, there has been more darkness than light for my four-month-old. Born in November, weeks after the autumnal equinox, she has never known a time where the day outshone the night. My first born was almost… Continue Reading “Two Sides of the Wheel”
Still point, holding pattern At a crossroads of the heart Junction of the soul Where twin lights shine Forward and back In equal measure Equal; key term here. The key that turns The lock that grinds then gives Under pressure Of will, skill… Continue Reading “Holding Pattern”