After the Storm

After breakfast the storm rolled in, with rumbling thunder in the distance, then lightning flashed and struck her heart, criticism roared. Seeking cover in her own self worth she whispered, “Don’t spit anger” yet spit she did with spiteful words that blew back to sting her face. After the storm, the quiet rolled in no … More After the Storm

Quiet Thunder

You may know Quiet as the one who can understand her cats’ requests just by the tone of their mews. Or you may know Quiet by her contented closed eyes savoring her first sip of soup. You may see Quiet finger-tracing the intricate patterns of bark on a tree or leaving the kitchen in mid-dinner prep … More Quiet Thunder