So, in our writing exercise this week I was lucky to receive the lovely phrase “Jesus I’m constipated”. I had to use it in a poem. Wasn’t sure where to go with that. But here it is. ..

Jesus I’m constipated
Help me let go of what no longer serves me
I place my faith and my fate in your hands
There are centuries of power in your legends
And in their interpretations
And their rituals
And I am only mortal and filled with doubt and shame
I relinquish control to your wisdom
Only... read more

Her life was simple. Not easy, but sweet and clear. Like the cool morning breeze rolling over the mountain and sliding through the curtain, onto his gentle face. The days started easy like that. With the giggles of the children playing on the stairs. They ended gently as well. With clapping and dancing around the crackling fireplace as the man of her dreams played a banjo and sang to his glowing angles. The time between morning and night was connected with sowing, cooking and laundry. The co... read more