A Life Dismantled

A Life Dismantled

sifting through the decades
of accumulated stuff
must haves in the moment
diamonds in the rough
for those timeless treasures,
only bubble wrap will do
shake the dust and cobwebs off
comfy well worn shoes
gently slip the photographs
from old broken frames
happy memories mingling
with faces with no names
shedding all the dross
that held me in the past
so to travel lighter
with only things that last
yet another chapter waits
its pages to be penned
each day, the simple gift of life
to live full to the end


I must admit this downsizing thing has truly disoriented me. I find myself clinging to routine, the easiest thing to assimilate to my new surroundings. But I have yet to find that sweet spot, where words flow like honey, where my eyes see things in ways that only an artist and writer can. I’m learning to live off the grid, with its big, starry black-mantled silence, and amber sunrises over distant mountains in the morning. For now they only manage to take my breath away. There are no words apart from the few sing-songy rhymes I manage to eke out. I know she’s in there…somewhere in the recesses of my mind…the muse who so relentlessly pursued me amidst the clutter and cacophony of city life. But here in the country? She must be cavorting with the faeries, giggling from behind downed tree hollows at my dizzy dry spell. I had every intention to start January 1st, full steam ahead. Part of the issue, I think, may be that I still need to unload the stuff we left behind and sell the dark, drafty, century old house I called home for over a decade. I need to be free of it. And so, I will drop a line now and again until I regain my footing. Peace and love to you. Until next glimpse…❤️

The New House

The New House

No creaky floors, no walls

that groan with century old tales,

no glaring street lights dimming

the star-flecked, velvet veil.

No nosy neighbors peaking

through shuttered curtain slits,

the quiet here is deafening

but for a hawk’s shrill twit.

The timpani of woodpeckers,

a lone owl’s soft hoot hoo,

gray squirrels cluck from lofty boughs

and deer folk bound from view.

Here, just enough is everything

a body needs and more,

simplicity’s perfection gleams

from white-washed walls and doors.

It’s rather like a dream here still,

of drywall, sticks and stone.

She stood here empty on a hill

until I called her home.


(Settling in, finding my voice amidst new surroundings…and perhaps a tiny nudge from a sleepy muse!)

Happy Holidays!

Been so busy putting things away and settling in that I barely realized that the sun sets just over the ridge outside my front door. It’s an average sort of sunset, as sunsets go, but it is the most beautiful reminder to me to pay attention to my natural surroundings. The truth is, I get home from work most nights after this spectacular show. But while I’m off this week I’m going to make a date with the gloaming. This is why we moved here to our little house in the clearing on a hill. The pictures for the walls will be hung later. For now, there is a more pressing matter. The gentle dark descending, and the illusion, thanks to a perfect row of low hovering clouds, of a golden lake just beyond the trees suspended in the dusky sky. Peace on Earth…indeed.


Hello my WP Friends. We have moved. Settling in trying to make sense of the new space. The Muse is quiet right now. There are a few more touches needed before it feels like home and I am accustomed to the new routine. The fur kids are settling in. Even Mama cat, Matilda and her mini dark sidekick, Schrodinger seem to like the new place. I’ve gotten a few slow blinks from Matilda (which in cat language I’ve read is a very good thing) though she is not amenable to my touch just yet…patience…patience. If you followed their story here you know ’twas patience that ultimately allowed me to rescue them from the streets.

Mr. Bean, our sun Conure loves his window perch. The other cats are everywhere, exploring and rattling the house playing into the night. And Maxwell, Winston and Gabby are loving their new back yard. There is plenty of room for them to run and play (if only it wouldn’t rain as much as it has these past few weeks!) the biggest change for them is the quiet. I’m not sure they know what to make of it. There are a few dogs living in the distance sending welcoming messages from afar. Of course my silly pups are happy to join in the song of their people.

I am enjoying my ride into work each day, surrounded by Blue Ridge Mountain vistas. As I sit outside under the stars…oh how I’ve missed them in the fluorescent din of the city, I am beginning to feel more and more grounded. It is lovely here on my hill in the woods. I think I’m going to like it here. Good thing, right! 😉

There is an owl calling right now. I wonder what he thinks of my noisy brood? For now, it is just me and him, under the waning moon and sparkling night sky. Happy holidays to to and yours. I hope to be back soon, twittering tales and writing the words that I’m sure are soon to fill my head to overflowing because, well because, that’s what writers do.

Love to all! See you soon!


Here are a few photos of the place. It’s coming along! 😊

Twittered Out!

Hi everyone! I’m sorry I missed the deadline for Twittering Tales! I promise to get to it as soon as possible. We are in the thick of moving and I am exhausted between work and moving. I miss you all, but I’ll be back soon! ❤️

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