Patience and Time
Patience and Time are warriors according to Tolstoy. I never thought of myself as a leader of an army and yet I need to employ these two strong women. Time:…
Essays and Poetry by Barbara Powell
Patience and Time are warriors according to Tolstoy. I never thought of myself as a leader of an army and yet I need to employ these two strong women. Time:…
It’s all around me now. The tick tick ticking of the clock and the chatter in the hallway of neighbors I never quite see. It’s within me now.…
I know I don’t need to tell you this but I’m alive. Place your hand there on my chest. Do you feel that? Do you know? I…
(To see my reading of this poem, check out this Facebook link here) The morning light is soothing, is it not? When I awaken from my dreams the…
I started training last week. No, scratch that. I’ve been training all my life. The miles I’ve endured over trails I loved and pavement I’ve hated have all…
This moment is not lost on me. The softly-played notes of Hélène Grimaud pull me up into the clouds and I cannot will not come down just for you.…
(Image:A Quiet Conversation by Nina Kirova) Much of what I write is positive, uplifting, and forward moving. I believe that in order to move forward fully, one must shine a light on…
“Four months go by” is pulled from select entries from my journaling notebook. Entries were written first thing in the morning light, most of which are prior to sunrise. Color…