The Hidden Gift
I thought I was coming to the Grunewald Guild to write, but this morning, feelings of resentment arose almost instantaneously … Continue reading The Hidden Gift
I thought I was coming to the Grunewald Guild to write, but this morning, feelings of resentment arose almost instantaneously … Continue reading The Hidden Gift
The moon no longer a perfect sphere, eclipsed, the sun still hidden behind the horizon as we walked from bedroom … Continue reading The Colors of Delight
I sit here at an empty desk in the glass studio of the Grunewald Guild, the wall mounted heater fan … Continue reading Life at the Guild: First Impressions
After a time of sharing with a dear friend about the writing residency I will begin in a few short … Continue reading Transition: Blessed Endings and New Beginnings
Sometimes we encounter those people who exude the precise form of hope and life we need in a particular moment. … Continue reading Generosity