Part 1 I find myself alone, a coincidence of one child old enough to fly a thousand miles on her own, and another still willing to go on a Daddy walk in all the old places. So I sit, coffee and pastel M&M’s in hand, feeling the emotions of the last two days roll through, … Continue reading
There comes a moment. Perhaps on a neighborhood walk, you realize it is warm enough to pull up your jacket sleeves and turn your face to the sun. Or one evening under a luminous moon with water a mirror for the heavens, when peepers come roaring to life, and you know a little slice of … Continue reading
lines etched in leathery hide concentric circles of memory & loss, of joy & wisdom radiate outward from eye to cheek to bridge of nose and always tugged back to your downward gaze. as if all your lumbering glory your searching thirst and desperate losses & joyful trumpets could be contained in that one single … Continue reading
I stand and point down, toward the floor and I breathe. Beginning here, a birth of air and light and I move. The circle widens as I follow the sun clockwise and in harmony. I stumble and pause afraid – to keep moving or to stay still. How will I know? Unbroken, I move again … Continue reading
gentle white falling, heaven’s soft gift almost covering the land, almost made new and I’m adrift in thoughts of you. every morning, rich foamy delight in a mug, this morning scented cinnamon, gifts of bounty and promise for toil and I’m awash in your friendship. woosh and wings and slack-jawed stare – catch it, catch … Continue reading
In a season of fullness, to scale back requires work and faith; freedom to fully see. I wrote this Advent Haiku last year as part of an online course through Abbey of the Arts. It speaks to me now as much as it did then as I embrace the paradoxes of the season and prepare … Continue reading
the way leaves danceswaying and sighing melancholythin, spidery and fragilethe way light dancesstreaming and bursting throughholes, cracks and tearsthe way that I lovewobbling and triumphant sometranslucent with effortthe way that you loverising and setting everover, around and through This post is inspired by the WordPress online course, Writing: Finding Everyday Inspiration (Day 4: A Story in a … Continue reading
the way the ocean pullslong and slowscraping and kissing the shorelike one deep inhalethe way the shells crunchsatisfying underfootas if hard steps canground out shatteredand shared painthe way the sky singsexpansive and openwind whipping up and calling me out
Golden light, having thrown off night’s chill sprawls luxuriously over you. As a majestic beast on the Serengeti, yourelax supine, poised to sniff the air and to receive your subjects – slender blades of gold and green, cheerful citizens content to bow and sway in your presence.A crimson guest chitters at the feeder, his voice … Continue reading
The light has faded, along with its promise, and you, snuggled up under ocean covers – light deepening to purple, hiding the mysteries beneath – hopeful for a bedtime chat. Slats of morning march inevitably across the floor, and with arm flung across your face, you murmur: not quite yet. A mother’s litany grows as … Continue reading
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