Karen Leslie

Writer

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The Thin Places Instagram

  • Sometimes a thin place is a box. 😁♥️
  • This girl. This is who I write to...who whispers stories in my ear. She is fearless and happy. A wide-eyed dreamer. An old soul in a beautiful, strong, flat-chested body. She swings on grape vines and frolics in swimming holes. She has a gang. And, oh, she loves to read. One day she’ll be an author. That’s what she thinks. She still helps me breathe. Scolds the critic and cynic in me when they overtake. She prods me to write like a ghost with a secret she must tell. She bids me away from all that is not good. She has heard my every prayer, every wish, brushed away every tear, and never disapproves when I snort in laughter. She is also why I teach. This is my muse. I thank God for her every day. And sometimes, I still see her in the mirror.
  • The forest trail is soft and fragrant. Sunlight dapples through the tall trees. I walk/jog around Radnor Lake sorting out my thoughts, inhaling the peace that nature never fails to offer me. Every time I ask questions and begin to see new answers, one or two deer wander by. Every time. And, I smile and hear in my head, “As the deer panteth for the water, so my soul longeth after Thee.” A mile later a water snake slithered across the road from one hiding spot to another. I jog around him. How apropos. :)
  • THIS is face time :)
  • Still Life: Evening Meditation in Espresso
  • My greeter today. Her wings like velvet and her soul on display. Small pleasures.
  • This light. Shed elk antlers. Take this writer girl back to Wyoming.
  • Stunning sunset at Brasstown Valley Resort and Spa. Finally back after 8 years. Checking Equani Spa tomorrow. Definitely feeling the Indian vibe. Though a teepee or yurt would be cool. :). #nofilter
  • I like the idea of having a view from my writing space...but I write better with the blinds closed. No distractions!
  • Tools for my trade...words that wring the Truth out of the why writers must write, a hand-spun pottery mug from a friend (it has a dent for my thumb), an hourglass with shimmering black sand to keep me on task, a stack of little journals I’ve half filled with ideas and thin places found, and layers of warm sun or moonlight...I can write anywhere, but I’m beginning to love my new spot. Maybe because there’s a balcony beside, and a fireplace and stuffed bookshelves behind me. Oh, and my writing chair is three steps away. None of these make me write, but they are like hands from the forest as I run half-blind down the trail following crumbs. Hmm...come to me, you wee voices and fill my alabaster pages.
  • What is a #nonnie you ask? Why this is. Angling for a photo with my newest #grandi Logan Tye Sebastian. Oh. This scent. This soft skin. These innocent, wide-eyed, deep soul stares. This is the ultimate Thin Place.
  • Happy Father’s Day, Dad and Evan! You two love your families with all you’ve got and, look, you both have rambunctious, creative, verbal daughters. Hmm...A day late and a photo that’s a few years old but I love this “groupie.” I consider selfies to be dangerous and highly cautionary unless you’re traveling somewhere alone. However, #groupies and #nonnies to be completely fine :).

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  • A Bio
  • Interviews
  • Thin Places Travel Writing
  • Healthy Livin’
  • Writing Workshops & Tutoring
  • A Few Clippings…
  • The WordShop
  • Contact

Karen Leslie