...the bones of cirrus clouds stand out like ribs against the sky - an angel is stretching...
A Familiar Rain...who would have known the dark eyes staring into mine would become our children's eyes...?
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