spiral

I found my way back

eventually.



A friend asked what this season-autumn does for writer's writing and reader's reading...


I am compulsively collecting books and writing snippets like a squirrel with acorns storing them away and hiding them places I'm not sure I'll find them again. A little here and there, playing the odds, so which ever book I open or journal I read I will find something about nature or my babies or magic and these are the things that will fill me up during the long night of winter.