"I write as a way of coming home, and to invite the reader to do the same: to connect more deeply with our own nature, with each other, and with the life and magic all around us."
Anne is a writer, artist, blacksmith and fledgling farmer who lives in Austin, Texas.
The important ingredients are always the same.
The suffering of any child matters to the human family.
I am simply here,
like water running over stones…
A hurricane begins as a depression...
Working in the garden, you can’t help but feel it: the looming threat of another Texas summer.
In the beginning, you see dog hair as evidence: you need to clean the house better, and more often.
Asking feels like the moment a cloud
crosses over the desert sun…
Neglect is corrosive, slow-moving, relentless…
If you stay long enough, awareness sweeps out low and fast on silent wings.
In this story
the doorway to magic
is a moment of stillness
Two surprises arrived unwelcome this morning.
To those of us who’ve spent a lifetime behind glass.