contemplation

Photo from several months ago of me snuggling my pug puppy nephew, Oliver.   I had great aspirations for the collage to art quilt project. I was pumped and I got my test prints and then it happened…. The art slump showed up. I…

  This isn’t right. This shouldn’t be here. It’s January in Michigan. The ground should be smothered in snow. Sleeping.  Instead new life is emerging and I want to tell it to wait, to go back. It isn’t time.  At the same time I…

  The storm drains for my street are at the end of my driveway. The rain current drags all the debris past my home as the water hurries toward falling. But when the water stops, the details remain. Exposed. Vulnerable. I see so much…

2019 is done.  My idea of what this year would be like after my cancer year of 2018 was not accurate. Not terrible, quite the contrary. But not what I thought life post-cancer would be like. It’s something that has driven me inward, silenced…