...who would have known the dark eyes staring into mine would become our children's eyes...?
A Familiar Rain...Sunday evenings are heavier than clouds with rain, darker too and often interminable...
A Familiar Rain...beneath torrents of spring rain, buds come to life - and we do too, beneath torments of tears...
A Familiar Rain...the making of stories is only one part of my craft -mainly, I'm a heart whisperer...
A Familiar Rain...what is sacred is the other person -we forget that sometimes - and fail to honor who they are ...
A Familiar Rain...Neruda was right about all mysterious women - The moon lives in the lining of their skin...
A Familiar Rain...all kinds of images swim like tropical fish in the bathysphere inside my skull ...
A Familiar Rain...being with you was so easy and natural - there was no strain - I never had to guard my words...
A Familiar Rain