Postcard #50: A Walk in the Snowstorm

Snow-soaked.  Snow-washed.  Snow-bath. At every turn, within seconds, in each direction, no escape from the wild blast, yet so soft, gentle-wet, beautiful it lasted.  My journey out from bed -- out from lonely thoughts that keep me down in nothing done -- one look out the window and all the mesmerizing white sat me up … Continue reading Postcard #50: A Walk in the Snowstorm

Postcard #49: Getting Lost is Part of Discovering Nothing is Lost

I am wondering and wandering, dreaming of places and people, my mind resetting itself, my moods resettling, hope is resurfacing. I still wish. It's not a sin to wish. And it's the wish that pushes me through the woods, out the back door, floats me to the top, the strength that sets me standing on … Continue reading Postcard #49: Getting Lost is Part of Discovering Nothing is Lost