1,001 Days

One Thousand and One days. That is what today is, marking the earthly/spiritual separation due to death of my spouse. It was not a demanded separation on my part, nor his, I know. It is a Godly appointment. But it is what separates life nonetheless. “Til death do you part,” were the words spoken many

Season of the glimmer.

Catch it in the gleam, the glimmer simmers and dances on the light of days and nights and shimmers bright reflecting the glow of wintery lights and nights and days of cold and waves of warmth flush upon the cheek from firelight and moonlight and hope painting glowing lights cross my nose. Take me to

Choosing to be alone?

Pull us into your tribe
Pull us into your life
Pull us into your embrace
Give us a hug, and feed us a smile.