Down the Long Lane Helping Women Write
The horses heal me when I breathe with them and by the site of their sheer beauty and grace of movement.
Nature, from sunsets to spring blossoms bring me joy and laughter.
As I heal this neglected and bruised land, feeling the earth between my fingers, cleaning out the junk strewn across it for decades, nourishing it with horse manure, I too am healed.
Never enough time to write.
Throughout this last winter and early spring, I was able to write everyday, not just for an hour or two, but four to six hours each and every day. I’d hoped to maintain that pac
The house of cards on which I stand is wobbling. Will I fall? I am hiding here in this beautiful place, trying to write. Will I finish the edits to my two books before the life of my dreams falls apart?
The most recent card to fall was the rain last night. I allowed my
I waited for the storm throughout last night, my sleep smothered by the humidity that had invaded the house. Nothing came. Not the storm. Nor the sleep.
I gave up trying for sleep at six this morning, dressed and went outside into the stillness.
Greg and I went to see the new Steven Spielberg film WAR HORSE after putting it off for weeks. I did the same with his movie about the holocaust. I knew it would touch me deeply and I needed to wait until I was ready to take it all in.
Never enough time to write.
Throughout this last winter and early spring, I was able to write everyday, not just for an hour or two, but four to six hours each and every day. I’d hoped to maintain that pac
The house of cards on which I stand is wobbling. Will I fall? I am hiding here in this beautiful place, trying to write. Will I finish the edits to my two books before the life of my dreams falls apart?
The most recent card to fall was the rain last night. I allowed my
I waited for the storm throughout last night, my sleep smothered by the humidity that had invaded the house. Nothing came. Not the storm. Nor the sleep.
I gave up trying for sleep at six this morning, dressed and went outside into the stillness.
Greg and I went to see the new Steven Spielberg film WAR HORSE after putting it off for weeks. I did the same with his movie about the holocaust. I knew it would touch me deeply and I needed to wait until I was ready to take it all in.
