a love letter to Bryarwood

Dear Bryarwood Ranch,

Again this morning I see my neighbors’ lights through the oaks, two shining stars, one on each side of my own rent house.  We are just far enough apart to feel solitude and just close enough to feel each other’s community.  All three of us rise well before dawn.  I imagine that my sisters in this ranch sanctuary also sit on their porches with coffee - early early - and put pen to paper, eyes to the sky, and breathe in the beauty of being held in this place of peace and renewal.  From what I gather, this ranch has seen many of us over the years.  I am merely one of the latest in a long line of those fortunate enough to land here and be welcomed into the fold.

Love,

me