Lesley Irene Shore

Lesley Irene Shore

Spring’s Rebirthing

Spring’s Rebirthing

Cool air caresses my cheeks as I enter the woods. A scurrying sound alerts me to a squirrel’s dash out of harm’s way, up a tree. I make my way down a well-worn trail that weaves through scraggly bushes and around sturdy trees. Tree buds swell, explode into leaves....
New Moon Intentions

New Moon Intentions

Last night, I perused the internet searching for agents who might be interested in my manuscript. Many agents were closed to submissions and I switched off the computer feeling despondent. During the night a large storm moved in with heavy rain and howling wind. This...
Darkness

Darkness

The Winter Solstice marks the longest night of the year. Leaves no longer rustle in the wind, they lie on the ground. When the wind whooshes, barren branches sway and bend. Trees may groan and snap, but they don’t rustle in winter. Quietude pervades winter’s woods....
Initiation

Initiation

Life plonked obstacles in my path. My updated website www.lesleyireneshore.com moved from its prior location and, more than a month later, wasn’t showing up on a Google search. During this time, someone hacked my Facebook account, and my account shut down. Other...
Returning

Returning

The seasons turned into years. Where have I been? What was I doing? And why have I neglected this blog? I was writing a book, and writing the book demanded all of my attention. It’s been a labor of love and I’m delighted to report that I finally finished the...
Survivor Tree

Survivor Tree

When we moved from Harmony Farm, I retired from my psychology practice along with other professional commitments. I opened my heart to new opportunities and interests. After settling into my new home, I began roaming Fox Hill’s woods. While walking along a newly...