"No, I'm not okay... but unlike before I can see a light at the end of the tunnel." A personal post.
My Little Backwoods Corner
...where I explain the nature of the love-hate relationship I have with my hometown.
That Old Farmhouse – a poem
A poem reminiscing about cold childhood mornings and the warmth of the wood stove.
The Bells of Reine, Part 4
“Father!” she cried, banging on the doors. “Father, can you hear me?” She waited, but no answer came from the church. “Please, Father,” she cried again, “we need help in the village! The men have not returned, and the Elders will do nothing! Won’t you open the door?” Jehanna banged harder but to no avail. No matter how loudly she knocked or cried aloud, the priest did not come.
Their Ancient Song – a poem
A poem written with a syllable pattern of 5-7-5-7-7...for all the pagan souls who have lost the voice to sing.
A Life Unpolished 