Contemplations, Poetry, Memoir
In whirlwind of chilly night, the heart keeps warm and glowing bright.
Who holds this light, I ask of you, that carried forth and greater grew, in burnished gold and silver-blue?
I ask of you who holds this light, in whirlwind of frosty night, however dim, however bright.
Who holds this light nobody knows, only that it softer grows.
Yet soft indeed, the smallest flame
can light the darkness just the same.
Wellness, Support and Mindset
a blog that combines food & poetry mixed with vlogging
Humor and Lifestyle
A food blog with a buzz. Born and raised in Chicago.
recipe developer, stylist, content creator
Living, Drinking and Eating in Burgundy
where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry
WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR
"Everyone needs beauty as well as bread, places to play in and pray in, where nature may heal and give strength to the soul" -John Muir
