Yesterday was Sunday, so today I hopped out of bed early for my Monday morning yoga zoom, only to discover that today is Sunday. Now I am going through a second Sunday, but my mind keeps telling me it is Monday and I need to get things done. So does that mean tomorrow will be Monday again or am I headed straight into Tuesday?
walking the labyrinth I return to where I began
roots are Western (USA) but she has lived in the South for 50 years, which helps shape her writing. Her poetry reflects her life-long interest in the large and small miracles of the world, from dust-bunnies to star-dust, from mouse holes to black holes. She finds pleasure in the creative challenge of translating those miracles into poetry.
