Like a pervasive fog,
a bleak, white chill seeps into me,
into my bones and up into the small chamber of light
where meditators play,
damping the tiny flame
that sometimes there dances.
Memories stir,
quickly tamped down into a gnawing ache –
I wish not to remember,
yet I know not to forget –
some lessons are harder than others.
Our Baking Will Blow Your Mind
A Space for Fellowship
Just a regular guy who is interested in everything
And here I am, Judith Clarke, writer.
Turning Tears and Laughter into Words
Or whatever I came up with whilst eating cereal this morning
Poetry, music, creative writing and a desire to inspire....Isaiah 45:2-7 I will go before you and will level the mountains[a]; I will break down gates of bronze and cut through bars of iron. 3 I will give you hidden treasures, riches stored in secret places, so that you may know that I am the Lord
poems, and poems again
Epic Tales of Tiny Adventures
literary fictions, flashes, fiascos
The heart has to be able to act against itself. (m.m.)
Finding my way back out of motherhood -- while mothering
"Come with me, and you'll be, in a world of pure imagination" Willy Wonka, 1971
Life is beautiful. And there is so much to be grateful for.
A work in progress
Art, Text, Code, Design
