Earthworms and Earwigs. I was afraid to dig in the garden or nap in the grass.
Eavesdropping. I came down the stairs one night to get a glass of water and what I heard from beyond the door frightened me more.
Ebb tide. Carry me away.
Memoir in ‘E’
Cultivating compassion, creativity, curiosity & the courage to begin again.
Earthworms and Earwigs. I was afraid to dig in the garden or nap in the grass.
Eavesdropping. I came down the stairs one night to get a glass of water and what I heard from beyond the door frightened me more.
Ebb tide. Carry me away.
This piece seems uncharacteristically sad, though the poetic element is consistent with the others. It’s as if there’s something more you want to say (it would be interesting to see it expanded).