“Writing is the only thing that, when I do it, I don’t feel I should be doing something else.”—Gloria Steinem
Finished the copy edits for ARMOR OF ROSES, a Hunter Kiss novella that will be released in January—part of the anthology, INKED. This is where I got the title.
An Armor of Roses
Take January’s advice. Stack wood.
Weather inevitably turns cold, and you
make fires to stay healthy. Study
the grand metaphor of this yearly work.
Wood is a symbol for absence. Fire,
for your love of God. We burn form
to warm the soul. Soul loves winter
for that, and accepts reluctantly the
comfort of spring with its elegant,
proliferating gifts. All part of the
plan: fire becoming ash becoming
garden soil becoming mint, willow, and
tulip. Love looks like fire. Feed
yourself into it.