reflections from the tallgrass prairie.
a space to pause.
a place to rest.
a moment.
a breath.
a prairie kid searching for perpetual splendor.
a writer's journal on life, writing, and motherhood and all those things in-between
โWhatever else my life is with its poems and its music and its glass cities, it is also this dazzling darkness coming down the mountain, breathing and tasting.โ โ Mary Oliver
I almost died. Now, Iโm finding my way back. Journey with me, as I learn to be a bloodied saintโfull of faith, suffering, wonder, & everything in between. Sit & stay a while. YOU BELONG HERE.