When you go months without touch, a warm breeze can work wonders in your hair, on your skin, for your soul...
Who else is feeling just a little batty after months of isolated routine that rarely changes?
On a now rare and frustrating walk, I felt a sense of loss and lament as I looked at the farmers' empty market, knowing it may not open in this season of pandemic.
The Ice Flows: Exploring Purpose During Isolation
I hope the world will be different on the other side of Coronavirus, not because of things outside of my control, but because of the quality time I'm spending with Purpose.
Just Once More
It’s difficult to explain to a non-dancer what the loss of partner dancing is about, this thing we chase week after week, night after night, but I thought I’d try, with this prose-poem.
This poem arose from a contemplation about hope, a writing prompt, and COVID-19 isolation.
Given the time we're all spending "sheltering" in our homes right now, it seemed apropos to share this poem.