Whether they're experienced gardeners or a version of myself four years ago (without any knowledge); they're taken aback that I have not one--but nine gardens . How do I have the time?
Tag: PTSD
Making Changes: No Crystal Stair
Let's discuss making changes, why they're important, and for you to know you're never alone.
Escape from Hitchcock
There are days when you long for the waves to rush over your feet, and you discover the kind of days made for digging in garden dirt as sweat pours down your face, and you believe you recognize the signs of happiness again after you've known darkness of the darkest kind.
The Call to Write about Trauma
I wrote some meaningful poems during that time.
I wrote some crappy, thirteen-year-old blow your nose in notebook paper poems.
Hear the Sparrow
June has come, and I hear the sparrow. A woman tells me Her husband says, “I didn’t know the stress you were under ‘til you left that place. When you came to a better place, I got you back.” I rush home in my van to tell you the good news. There is hope, I… Continue reading Hear the Sparrow
A Better Place, a poem
"Get up and smile," someone says. "You're going to a better place." They say it like "All dogs go to heaven." Your best pet went to live on a farm upstate. The battles are over, The fires put out, Some think I'm crazy to compare a house of learning to the place where militia hide… Continue reading A Better Place, a poem
Daisies on the Fields of France, a poem
Daisies on the Fields of France By Rebecca T. Dickinson I stand at the kitchen door with light lemon hair curling at my shoulders. Untucked, gray shirt as eyes stare at another plain in my mind that no soul-stained teacher wants to see or hear again. Meet me in the here and… Continue reading Daisies on the Fields of France, a poem
Travel in the Writer’s Wilderness: Hope when Others See What is Lost
I'm like a house that's been set on fire. Firefighters put it out in time to save it. The house is only damaged. It can be restored and made more beautiful than before.
Corrie's Season 