Walking through the forest alone, Listening to the birds singing as I went, I felt a weight drop from my heart, But I did not know what it meant. There between the clover and the dampened earth, I heard a still small voice speaking to me. "Regina, I know your name and you are mine,"... Continue Reading →
I decided to try the August writing prompts from Putting My Feet in the Dirt. I have not written fiction, but decided to give it a go. Just One Light, PLEASE! Julie said goodbye to her new British friends, deciding to take a shortcut through the forest for a little solitude. Not really paying attention... Continue Reading →
There is such a hush walking through a magnificent redwood forest. The trees tower over you like no others, lifting the breeze far higher than is audible. A carpet of redwood needles causes even the forest critters to seemingly tiptoe while on their business. The only sound is the quiet burble of the stream that... Continue Reading →
