New Year

Tis a New Year now a new day, and a new year and hope or dispair? Light, darkness, maybe both dancing together and isn't that real life? Moira Levant © January 1 2019

Belonging

I long to belong, the tribe that lives together, for each other. But sometimes I feel like a puzzle piece lost in the wrong puzzle, searching for home, a home safe, warm, true. Communites are now, it seems to me, forced into being. We are no longer tribes that live together, though sometimes I see…