I acknowledge the long unexplained silence As I sit upon my patio Gazing at my foresty-garden: Autumn rains it's leaves in gusts of winds Pitter-patter to the ground In the lull, like the in-breath, a leaf drifts Down to touch the ground Like a little foraging bird. Leaves leaving the branch akin to letting go. … Continue reading Sitting quietly is a gift.
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W.I.P.s and vulnerability.
Vulnerability I am sure you know what vulnerability feels like. It is an uncomfortable feeling and therefore most of us shy away from making ourselves vulnerable to others. Well I know I do. I am quite picky about who I reveal my vulnerability to. The funny thing is as a writer one does go out … Continue reading W.I.P.s and vulnerability.
Morag Noffke 