My story

“The universe is made of stories, not atoms.” Muriel Rukeyser

My story is no different than anyone else’s. I just seem to need to write about it. We are people of the story. They give us meaning and a sense of belonging; a grounding of sorts. And stories change. How we see the present becomes a window into the past. What once seemed treacherous or bucolic, shifts. We choose to open other windows or look differently at what we have always seen. Maybe it is the light or the fog that changes it – or perhaps it is we who have changed. But it changes.

I write to “empty my cup”, as my therapist likes to say. I empty my cup to make room for filling it with something more satisfying and life-giving. This is also about story.

I have kept many blogs, journals, etc. over the years. This blog will be a container for past and present poems and writings and possibly a few other creative endeavors. If it provides something for you, I will be grateful.

My hope

Abundance is my hope. What is. What was. What can be.