The Wabi-Sabi Writer

I wake with the blush of dawn filtering through  the gauze of dreams I start my day gently  nothing hurried  nothing worried cupping my intentions like the bergomot tea I drink slowly by the open kitchen window crisp breezes joins me at the table and tells me tales of mornings on the Cote d'Azure I can almost hear the turquoise waves kiss the pebbled shore as the busses  roll...

For five days I did not look Could not look where my wounds bleed freely into the ivory  parchment for fear  the spill would run over the edges the lines unable to sop up the grief I watched the nurses pack sterile pads into your womb to stint the bleeding each swollen  beyond its capacity  and hung on the green tiled walls to keep count 8 9 10 one more and a transfusion would be...

My mother just called - her voice hushed and breaking.  I wanted to blame our cell service, the storm or technology ineptitude.  But I knew, it was the beast that follows the reaper, the one that brings pain to those left behind.   A mother should not outlive her children.  It is a cruel burden I wish on no one.Matt brought Nyx home tonight.  He placed her high in the their closet.  Nyx’s closest female friend...

Arriving early to start slow breathing tweeting and facing the day I cannot hide from songs that speak my mind I spill a full glass no harm done just leaving an empty sticky mess behind time is ticking away leaving late to finish slow breathing I am still breathi...