The mountains have long stood

The mountains have long stood and guarded the plains, while a thousand summer evenings have sighed and slept.   They have seen children created and homesteads blown away by western winds that through the valleys have swept.   They judge not but they keep their faces to the light and in the evening they tenderly…

Thank you

I have just left work after a busy day of teaching to find that my blog has surpassed 100 followers this afternoon.  Thank you so much to everybody who has liked, subscribed and commented so far–I have enjoyed your feedback and loved exploring your blogs, too! It seems, now that I am writing with more…

For you 

Show me the weariest part of you, the soft and sodden heart of you that trembles in the silence and in the absence of friends. Show me the darkest thoughts that come like twisting shadows, blocking the sun. Show me the fractures, the wild projections of your lens. I’ll show you the tender root of…