And then the day came, when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom. A single sentence broken up into 8 small lines, Anaïs Nin’s “Ris… 展开

The woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I … 展开

I’ve heard it in the chillest land - And on the strangest Sea - Yet - never - in Extremity, It asked a crumb - of me. The evocative extended metaphor at the heart of this work has helped to ce… 展开

I come into the peace of wild things who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief. I come into the presence of still water. And I feel above me the day-blind stars waiting with their light. F… 展开