There was no way she could have known. Coming home. There it was. A gift. A French Press…….and this. Unheard of…. How did she know? I never told a soul…. Joan of Arc is someone I would have longed to know. A woman of strength. Conviction. Yet, humble beyond definition. How did she know? Her quotes…next […]
Driving past fields. Farms. Settlements well worn. From pain staking, sweat earned….difficult years. Trying to clear head…. Find rest from puzzles with sharp edges. And I recollect their beauty. …Any building still standing must have a strong foundation. And emotions surge. As I grip all I have got. Fragments. Pulled apart….And I ask… Why is vision […]