Uncluttered, Exposed and Present: Touching the Unknown (a poem)

I carried so much hurt a world of injury, so much so that often I couldn’t breathe. my chest ached of it. I couldn’t hear the spirit, blowing windy about me. wouldn’t heal, my open sores were evident to all. I      had      no      space left inside for the mystical, Holy…

I think I’ve got March Madness!

I think I’ve got March madness, and it isn’t about basketball. It’s been such a strange week already.  I feel exhausted and I can’t identify exactly why.  It cannot simply be the time loss or the season changing.  It’s March and so for Wisconsin that means lots of sunshine.  Lots of slush.  There is an…

What Can’t our Daughters Do?

I’m re-posting something I wrote a year ago.  It was my most popular article ever written with more than a thousand viewers.  So I thought it was worth posting again.   ———————– Quickly — I want to thank all my visitors from the homepage of wordpress.com. Welcome!  Wow!  A lotta love happens when you get featured on the…