by Lane | Advent, Poetry, Writing
I sat in Marilyn McEntyre’s Advent poetry class last Tuesday evening. My brown eyes burned, fighting to stay awake. Up way past my normal bedtime as I am an early bird to the nth degree, I wrestled with the tiredness I felt at that moment. Yet my heart bound joyfully...
by Lane | Advent, Poetry, Writing
This December blog is brought to you by the word Behold with a hint of prose. Behold. In autumn Sun greets the day full of reds and oranges, golds and yellows. Leaves – once green, crisp up, curling in the drying air loosening their grip upon...
by Lane | Poetry, Spiritual Practices, Writing
Try to remember the first time you heard a poem. If you could unearth the past, it’s likely you first heard poetry as an infant. Brief playful words probably appeared in your childhood, relics of communications laced with love. Perhaps your grandmother or your father,...
