Winter Love

Winter Love by my Grandmother Judith Wilder Grandmother of Sirens, friend of Fae. She loved through poetry. Loved with the depths of the ocean she bathed in everyday. Half earth half water, found her grounding by the sea. Writing the words her depths contained, but decorum would not allow to utter from her lips. She…

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I must be a mermaid. I have no fear of depths and a great fear of shallow living. – Anais Nin

My best thoughts come in water. Certain I was part fish in another life, my husband often hears the phrase ‘I think I’m drying out’. I ache for the sea. Unable to live more than five minutes drive from the shore, if I can’t smell salt in the air I struggle. A gift from Poseidon,…