In David Whyte's poem, The Journey, these last three lines stand out: You are not leaving. Even as the light fades quickly now, you are
Mistakes
A few weekends ago, I cleaned out my closet. It was a big project in itself, but the things I found there are even more interesting. At the bottom of
Traveling Backward
This morning, I had so many strange dreams, I kept going back to sleep to finish them. They seemed to be saying "Netsparrow, you're not