Blog Post by Rebbecca Hill - Jan.19.2012 - 8:34 pm
This morning the mountaintop
was cloaked in a great white beard; its face
the colors of autumn leaves of
russet and dusty rose.
In these spring-like days of winter, crisp air
sends chills through my bones. The rain has come, at last.
I love to write, to express, to explore. Mostly I journal; and if something moves me, I try to capture it in a poem. I live in the East Bay; enjoy reading, writing, cooking; being in nature; walking; and riding my bike.
Rebbecca’s Favorite Books
Demian, Siddhartha, The death of Ivan Ilyich, Barrabbas, Being Peace, Writing Down the Bones