I won’t say goodbye and I can’t say Hello. Hello. Goodbye. You say hello but you say Goodbye. the time spent between them lingers long in my head as the clouds change course darkness falls in pinks, reds and oranges all aglow jeannelizabeth©
The voice of an elk’s deep throat, underneath the fog, stirs through and around jeannelizabeth© The picture was taken at the Grand Canyon June 2013. If you like the picture and would like to use it, please ask. Thank you.
The sounds of chimes breeze through the air. Gardens inspire with design. Light reflects. Green shines through. Glass windows only appear to let the sunshine enter. Dazzle.
I ask you, what is that feeling at the bottom of your stomach, when your mouth gapes open and your eyes become wide? Reflecting back on our recent trip to Sedona, I feel the churning and the utter amazement at Arizona’s diversity. From Flagstaff to Sedona, Phoenix to Tucson, along with a day trip to…
“Perhaps I write for no one. Perhaps for the same person children are writing for when they scrawl their names in the snow.” – Margaret Atwood From an early age, I remember thinking I could write. Curly q’s and flying w’s donned blank pages. I wondered why nobody could understand what I was trying to…