Nearly a uniform: The black clothing Head to toe The calendared Timeline of grief. It becomes spectacle And announcement As we hide away In the colors Of mourning. Seeking invisibility As we face New normals With each passing day - The truth that life Will never again Be what it once was. ~ Caroline A. … Continue reading Weeds


Our feet grow heavy with grief and so we begin to dance Our minds cloud with fear until we transform Every minute a whisper of hope against impossible odds Moving with instinct flowing like water Boundless we create our shape and chart a map unexplored Our hearts rise bright against mourning opposing forces lifting us … Continue reading Lightness…#MondayBlogs