Category: Poetic Rambling
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Becoming Madame
The woman at the boulangerie calls me, Madame. In France, I’ve watched the women in the market carry their years like velvet fabric—softened by time, more beautiful for having been used and loved and washed in the light. My hands…
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Daily Walk
The earth wears its amber crown,a kingdom of endings, shining,and I walk through it gently,afraid to disturbwhat is already letting go.
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Dinner Simple – Home After a Week on the Go
When comfort calls and sleep is louder — When your heart breathes itself quiet and the day slips from your skin Bread, a chunk of cheese, a cup of tea- The lullaby leads the way.
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All That We Have
Life is running alongside us begging us to take hold, literally feeding us with all it has surrounding us with an invisible yet visible bountiful blanket. How easy it is to be blinded by the beautiful abundance, as we wake…