LUPUS IN FLIGHT

The Gifts of Time pile neatly around my soul not the Christmas and birthday time gifts but the abstract fruits of kindness, harmony, friends...

The days pass me by. And I forget to write. This is the floating world, the Great Artist's Illusion, a dream that is more real to me th...

The whole village knows. Yesterday at our friend Victoria's summer lunch party, the impending wedding of a Tayabali son danced from lip ...

Feels like rain hot and cool swathes of muslin breeze pour silently into me Until thunder comes and my heart breaks open great cascades tu...

At the worst, the very worst You are there When the mirror breaks and my heart, You ache and your aching heals me. When I can never ...

Orange has many shades It is the colour of change Orange is what you feel in a flirty skirt and golden gladiator sandals. Orange makes love...

In the Spring of five hundred tulips the butterfly arrived again. A brief flying visit to examine the cherry and birch before her summer s...

Real women who jump, start revolutions Her feet mark earth when they fall. Real women have curves, dreams, tears, places to store the unb...

Spring which starts in March and stays till May is a very busy period in Japan. It is the season when the most beautiful festival of Hanami ...

From the blog post of  April 12th, Easter Sunday .  Day 40. Forty days and forty nights. Wasn't Jesus tested for forty days and nights...