I wake to the quiet—a split of time held in smoky purity …but then a thought imposes–a heavy tsk-tsk that makes my head bow and my stomach curl. It’s a call to suffering, a shift towards fear…
About Leah Griffith
Posts by Leah Griffith:
I thought I’d climb a castle’s tower, and punctuate through guarded clouds, favored with the highest views, through secret doors concealed from crowds.
Laine Cunningham, author, professional editor, and winner of five international awards for fiction and nonfiction, took the time to interview me about the writing of my novel, Cosette’s Tribe.
I was directed to write a love letter to myself by my wildly loving friend, J Clement Wall. My initial thought was “how romantic, a love letter to Leah”.
I always feel as though I’m being allowed in on a great secret when I sit with nature and it was no different with these hens.
I never did find a place for a tree, or tinsel, or any other accessories to glam up my tiny trailer for the season. This year has been the most unadorned holiday ever.
The world has shifted, and for me, Christmas has shifted too. For those of you who don’t know this, we’ve recently moved from our 2500 sq ft home to a 300 sq ft trailer.
Living, and running the family business from this tiny trailer, is an exercise in imustbenuts, for my first nature is to produce an aesthetically pleasing environment.
Our decision to move into this tuna can wasn’t much of a decision; it was actually our only option if we wanted to stay in Florida and live independently.
As a child I had a fascination with birds, always wishing I could fly high above the stained sidewalks of my gritty life.