Neon New Year


                                               Facing the window overlooking the garden

                                               I am blindfolded,

                                               a veil over my eyes.

                                               Taken into this darkest of rooms, I wonder

                                               If I am blindfolded…how am I seeing in this darkness?

                                               My heart has been opened Continue reading



On my walk through the woods this morning due east, the sun shone straight into my eyes, blinding me, until the path curved and the low winter sun was hidden behind trees. The path wound alongside a stand of white pine. They grew tall with a dense under story of dead branches at odd angles. Impassable. Continue reading