The First Letter
Photo Credit: Karen - Permilion44. You can listen to this story here: My hometown is older than anything you know. Before being the...
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Hello, dear one.
Welcome to my online writing home.
Please make yourself comfortable, get a cup of something nourishing, and stay awhile.
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Words are keys to doors we might even not know are there, tucked inside. If such doors open for you, bring them flowers and sing them a sweet song, maybe dance a little, and see where they lead you.
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With love,
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Francine.
Handwriting is Art
"In many ways, handwriting serves as an extension of an artist's process," says Mary Savig, the curator of manuscripts at the...
The Handless Maiden & The Indigo Gown
(Breast Health Experience From a Mythopoetic Perspective) I was here already, last week. Parking B, elevator, 6th floor, waiting room,...
Handwriting and Personality
I recently received a letter from a friend that started with this phrase: "My handwriting is hard to read. I'm sorry for that but not...
When I Left
Original art by Christian Schloe I wanted to take my children when I left, but they had already flown away, free on the sweet winds of...
On The Day I Die
Let there be snakes,magnificent and smooth, slithering all around in their silent dance, coming from the direction where all things...
:: The Horse ::
Watercolor paintings by my daughter Elia. A long time ago, when I was still in France, I used to go to the Classical and Cultural Music...
Medicine
The medicine can only go where the wound is. When my daughters get stung, I chew plantain leaves with a sprig of yarrow and apply the...
Wisdom
You do not have to understand.
You do not have to see it is wisdom that is handed to you when
The Lovers - The Journey Inward
Oh yes, says my friend, I see it.
His long white hair tied into a bun, he smells of spices and marijuana and his old eyes are like two fox
Writer’s Quest - First Morning.
I am away in a small apartment in Amish country, in a quiet environment and mostly unplugged. I am writing you from the tiny sunroom...
Skin
There is no initiation without dream.
That is what was left of my night when I woke up. It was still dark outside when I opened my eyes
Eight Of Cups - Ancestral Gathering
Some days are gray - a misty colorless quality about them, a light cold breeze, a shiver in the body.
Something whispers in the background.
I am Home
I bring you my magic, do what you must with it. Turn it sideways and upside down, and be sure to spend time with its dark side. Take it...
To Be The Woman Of This House
A few years ago, I came to deeply dislike the term housewife, on a gut level, and it came to represent everything that I did not want to be:
Father Of Pentacles - To be reborn
It is the way he looks at me: a mix of precautious distance, invitation, and assessment. These three concepts swirl in me,
To Live Like Blood
Last night I sat with nine other women for our Tuesday writing class, after a three-week long break. We talked about depth and getting to
Ace Of Pentacles - The Stone Beings
There are things that can only be known in the forest. You have to initiate the walk, let your body take you there and pause at the edge,
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