A Season of Grief

The first day of summer is next week. Although I look out my window and see blue sky, sun streaming in, green grass, beautiful trees; in my heart, I feel mostly winter. Cold, dark winter. It is like the bottom of the well. A cave without light. An empty pit. Hollow. Disconnected. On my continuousContinue reading “A Season of Grief”

Pieces of Emptiness

My trip to Scotland and Ireland was wonderful, but it’s always good to be home.  Summer is winding down fast here in Western Wisconsin, our maple tree is half orange and dropping leaves, right on schedule; usually the third week in September the trees start to change color. In this post I want to writeContinue reading “Pieces of Emptiness”