Month: July 2018

of gentleness… and anvils

I’ve always wished I was one of those “soft” people. Not weak, of course. But tender. With no rough edges. The kind of person whose presence makes you feel calm. The kind of soft that responds carefully and with compassion, rather than jumping to… Continue Reading “of gentleness… and anvils”


Sitting on the soft mound of dirt and sand, I carefully craved a long and narrow path with my hands in this sandbox. Digging deeper in some places, I created ups and downs for the water to flow. Then dragging the water hose over,… Continue Reading “sandcastles”