more familiar with the betweens than with the origins and destinations and that, I suppose, is the nature of the journey we take – a conglomeration of moments framed by first and last breaths, by the hopeful fogs of tomorrow’s mornings and the dry silences … Continue reading the betweens
should they ask, I have gone to blue, I have gone to green stillnesses, to the bright-lipped lake where the reeds still recall that the wanting is often greater than ever the having, and that some days the rift is only the start of a … Continue reading gone to blue
it was late November when I drove toward Maine I still hear how the wind tore across the highway, rattling doors and nearly blowing that tired red Buick into the frozen ditch I had second, third - hell sixth thoughts on the other side of … Continue reading down east
Five years ago today, one tiny little poem marked the beginning of ebbtide. Five years! Am I celebrating? Hell yes! I am so grateful for the countless ways in which this little space on the internet has helped me - as an emotional outlet, a … Continue reading Celebrating!
If you've been with me for any length of time, you'll know that one of the main reasons I began this blog was to rediscover my creative side - something I felt I had lost along the way. It's been a journey. And as with … Continue reading No Direction But Home – Book Release!
Today marks an anniversary for me - one more than just about "blogging" - one much more meaningful. Today marks 2 years of not just wanting to reclaim myself, but of doing something about it. Finding the courage to rediscover parts of who I used … Continue reading Rites of Passage
it begins with a walk through sweet bee fields between trees that speak of mornings beneath the mountain’s gaze left far behind when the wanderer became the lost it starts with the tread of regretful soles along the streams where the northern birch drink the … Continue reading journeying