Wait With Me

When I was a little girl, perhaps six or seven, I remember lying in my bed and feeling intensely lonely, so much so that I couldn’t fall asleep. “Why are you lonely?” asked my mom, kindly, but perhaps a little befuddled. Our house was full of people and love. My sister slept in the bunk … More Wait With Me

Is it not enough?

Beauty comes to me as a love letter.  Unfolding it, something enfolds me, and I cannot move past it. I am held by sight, sound and touch, sometimes even by a scent of something so lovely moving on is simply impossible. I must pause from whatever I am doing, wherever I am going. I must … More Is it not enough?