Right now, my soul longs tolie on top of a grassy hill,back flat to the earth wheredust to dust is just as closeas it will be until my Day. Ringed by red pine stretchingheavenward, crowns liftedin fragrant praise and offeringfor having roots – and giving them –as ancient Will intended. Crows dance their way to … More Lying hillside, dreaming on shiny things
What manner of life leadsto living the best of it? Where does the mind driftwhen the waves pull it andmake it dance against rocksand unexpected shores? How do the hands graspand fiddle and smooththe things that prick and burnsuch eager fingertips? When is the right timefor one foot, toes out, arms upto hopscotch over God-knows-whatwith … More What manner of life leads to living the best of it?
I know a dying leaf when I see one,it’s plump life being sucked backinto the branch that once gave it life,so the branch could live leathered span of serrated lobeslit by fall’s flame in a slow burn that creepsalong a landscape of conceding cells,puffing out the last of summer’s spirit the spirit of a more … More I know a dying leaf when I see one
that thing of love, the nestwhere treasures cherished mostare held in pillowed comfort withina gauzy, delicate womb; a placewhere life grows, at least in dreaming we press each memory and why-was-it-not-a-memory andmemories wished in a dim horizoninto the soft folds of flesh and spiritheld together by threads with muffled beats we long to draw from … More that precious thing of love
I know.I see it.Movement. Clustered tips of arborvitaebend with the breezeand I want to be in that supple exchangeof breath and life. Thick botanic pillarsbound in ruffled spraysof green, fan over fanhand in hand, as one,yet varied as thought. Is this not faith and gracein one fragrant tower, a signand shadow of our shape,from Edenic … More what is it about today?
On March 21, 2020, at the start of the COVID times, the last thing and the thing not to be was one and the same. Such a mundane thing to now have so much meaning. I still have the list. The day Mom’s soul departed for heaven, March 22, will always be memorable, but the … More the list
we are all so smartas a whip <crack>cutting at and intospace and spirit any and allwho are simply notas smart <crack>taking cheap shots fromsoap boxesbuilt by self for self <crack>oh, no, you don’tput your feeton my soap box <crack>my soap box is full <crack>we lashto keep at baywe flogto keep atopand shout our shouts <crack>we … More crack
Four months…twenty four months…for many, it’s been a very long winter…a long wait for our own spring…a freeing from home, from limitations, perhaps from others…imposed and self-imposed isolation in a variety of ways. The living Water, God, gives us grace even in our darkest, coldest moments. We’ve all just been trying to hold up our … More Give grace kindly
I tell the story oftenbecause it is my favoriteof how I was not lookinguntil you had me seeing I walked in grayer thoughts thenmucky trail of stunted dreamsthat grabbed at heels for trippingand whetted fears for slipping It was a lesser time whereall I wanted was a lighta lucent path for beingthat led to a … More I was not looking
Oh, to learn to holda dandelion seedin the palm of the hand outstretched in whitewhere softened cracks and creases touch and kiss and miss watch white, delicate fluffdance with breeze and breathbrushing past and over to the edge of skinteasing gain and loss tickling what could be fingers cage it incrags and cuts that trapsticking … More To learn to hold
a tilting of air 