Strongheart

Photo by Molly The Inner History of a Day No one knew the name of this day; Born quietly from deepest night, It hid its face in light, Deman...

A Ritual to Read to Each Other If you don't know the kind of person I am and I don't know the kind of person you are a pattern that ...

Photo by Molly The Case For Owning and Healing Our Individual and Collective Trauma "We often think of peace as the absence of war, tha...

Photo by Molly The Way It Is There’s a thread you follow. It goes among things that change. But it doesn’t change. People wonder about what ...

Photo by Molly   On Any Given Day How easily I forget I contain the story of the universe. Easier sometimes to feel alone, as if I am not co...

Photo by Molly Smack Dab in the Middle of a Thursday Why do I resist calling it a miracle, this light that streams now through my window, th...

Photo by Molly A Poem on Hope It is hard to have hope. It is harder as you grow old,  for hope must not depend on feeling good  and there’s ...

Happy, Happy Birthday to my beloved husband! I celebrate Ron today and each and every day that we have shared together. I will be forever gr...

Photo by Molly   Wild Grace Put me amidst life's simplest things that give their lives to blooming or quietly glowing without reaching f...

Photo by Molly Out Of This Darkness Out of this darkness a new world can arise,  not to be constructed by our minds so much as  to emerge fr...