Saving the Grandmother

The men are coming on Thursday to cut the cypress. So read the text from my landlord on Tuesday, and receiving it, a wave of angst crashed through me. Honestly, it felt traumatic to my soul. If you have followed this journal a while, you know of the Grandmother; a venerable and shapely Monterey cypress


The Hummingbird of Devotion

This morning I lay in bed, my blurry eyes contemplating the soft, silver light illuminating the heavy flaxen draperies, and with an inhale I briefly gave my cells a positive word of thanks. Silently, I blessed myself saying, I welcome good things and possibility today. I embrace mysterious grace, and I am not separate from the