Blogging… A Meditation on Conflict 18 Aug 202016 Aug 2020 Once upon a time, I turned to my longsword instructor and asked, "Can we spar?" He was dubious about it, because the difference in our ability was not small. "I…
Blogging… The Smallest Things Inspire Me 13 Jun 202029 May 2020 I once visited an Iranian grandmother in her home. She made Turkish coffee in delicate cups, and fed me pumpkin pie and chocolates. “It is always like this, back home,”…
Blogging… Moonlight Shadows 6 Jun 202028 May 2020 I heard the full moon sing last night; songs of ancient paths, songs of distant dreams; and the wild spirit that remains in my heart unfolded to hear it. Like…
Blogging… Writer’s Block 28 May 202028 May 2020 I want to write something beautiful. Something that speaks to yearning; something that speaks to the yawning cavern, aching to be filled. I want to speak of the darkness of…
Blogging… Letting Lucy Go To Sleep 12 Mar 20207 Nov 2020 To live in this world, you must be able to do three things: to love what is mortal; to hold it against your bones knowing your own life depends on…
Blogging… Winter Sun 13 Jan 20207 Nov 2020 Originally published on Anima Monday It’s always the strangest sensation. I look up from the 15-inch screen that has consumed my day, and remember that I exist in a physical…
Shelley J. Reece 