The Pause She had walked unusually long, taken unusually many steps. Her feet were unusually tiredand her heart was unusually weary.But there,in the middle of the pause, Read More Winter, The Path, January, PoetrySpread StudioJanuary 31, 2022Comment
Go Further! 8 Women in a row. 7 women behind me. Behind me, my mother. And behind her, her mum. Behind every daughter is a mum. Until the mother of all mothers. Mother earth. Read More Faith Keeping, Leadership, PoetrySpread StudioMarch 25, 2020Comment
