Welcome to my creative space where I share poems that will move you (many w/audio), poetry recitations and dance clips that will entertain you, stories that will engage you, photographs that will uplift you, and people who will inspire you. 🌞
My weekly reflective posts ask you to pause, take a deep breath, and a minute or two, which I hope for your sake, you have the time to do. If you appreciate generous portions of thoughtfully crafted inspiring words, then this space will suit you.
Since beginning this blog in August of 2019 I have written about a variety of topics, including, the natural world, love, loss, art, dancing, writing, reading, teaching, self-discovery, empowerment, strong women, meditation, music, motivation, dreams, death, isolation, the global pandemic, social justice issues, and I sprinkle in life’s playful and funny. Many of the photos shared were taken by me and are carefully chosen to enhance each post to give you a visual escape during your busy day.
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Published Pieces– National Association for Poetry Therapy (The Museletter); Piper Center for Creative Writing at Arizona State University (Piper Poetry Month Anthology); Arizona Parks and Recreation Association Magazine; The Story You Need to Tell author site; four eBooks and three chapbooks (see below); PhoebeMD: Medicine + Poetry (story); Gobblers Masticadores (ongoing published pieces); Wounds I Healed: The Poetry of Strong Women (Poetry Anthology) Poems on Display: WV Art Gallery displayed two of my poems for an art exhibit Co-facilitator: The Story You Need to Tell Workshops (narrative therapy) Poetry readings: Featured poet on Second Saturdays (virtual event); WHAM underground poetry participant
My Poetry Collections
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As a child I wanted things. As a teenager I had irreplaceable things stolen. As a young woman I acquired more and more things. I am no longer any of those things. I now give away things. I like the space created by giving away things. I gave away a classroom full of teacher things. …
White Flowers by Mary Oliver Last night in the fields I lay down in the darkness to think about death, but instead I fell asleep, as if in a vast and sloping room filled with those white flowers that open all summer, sticky and untidy, in the warm fields. When I woke the morning light …
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