We sat, three parishioners wrapped in tartan wool, And drank from the cup, steaming coffee rising against morning chill Staring out to sea, we waited for the sun to rise And listened as sea lions barked, sea gulls shrieked And the robins, swifts and wrens tweeted their fierce high notes Each playing their part, a … Continue reading As it is written, or not
For the past six years I have been part of a writers’ group that meets about once every six weeks in the dining room of my condo building. It is place of honest conversation, lots of questions, tears, laughter, applause. It always feels like a sacred space to me. We choose a word, a question … Continue reading Do things happen for a reason?