Low, charcoal clouds race by my window, like a herd running from some unseen danger lurking in the distance. Three of my four hens have jumped down from their roost to see what’s going on. The long sheet of thick black plastic I laid over a new garden bed vibrates and leaps, yanking at the… Continue reading People: A Little Perspective, Please
Hymn of Dawn January 18, 2015 Stretching upward, a choir of dark feathered branches fills the pale aqua hovering above the lightening peach that breaks from the smouldering umber mountain silhouette horizon beyond my window. Dawn: the trees in celebration reach their paintbrush-bristles upward stretching toward heaven, branching, forever branching from branch to limb, from… Continue reading Hymn of Dawn
Where is the bleakness that some discover In waves of arctic cold, undulating into my bones then retreating like ocean waves, waking every cell, lifting each hair in my nose, on my arm to urgent attention? Icy crystals form, growing, living for moments Bely the… Continue reading December Morning
I was recently commissioned to do calligraphy for the cover of a book in which the name "Adam" is a key focus. Meaning "Red Clay Man" or "Red Soil Man," the name "Adam" is a rich word picture for each of us as humans. It can serve an impetus for introspection as fellow members of… Continue reading The Dirty Business of Growth
Late October begs a thick fog, masking things hidden, things we might ought to fear, things potentially deadly; at least in the Halloween movies. But something amazing happened this morning in the fog. This morning, pastel layers of fog-shrouded tree lines slowly come into view here from my breakfast spot, the high deck overlooking distant… Continue reading October Fog: What Does the Dim Light Reveal?
I've been AWOL. Not just from blogging but from parts of my life. It’s been a very difficult few weeks, depression trying to settle into my soul, my house, my heart, my brain. My eyes are weary from trying not to squeeze shut to hold back hot tidal waves of tears, but to be presentable.… Continue reading Bruised From Fighting Life? Align Yourself With the River
What Are You Finding?It was while bending one milky stem of a dandelion around the frothy yellow flower-cap of another that I heard her elderly voice: "What are you finding?" Thinking the lady about to reprimand me for having pulled something from the edge of her well-manicured lawn, I hesitated; "Just making a daisy chain,"… Continue reading Stop and Smell the Roses: 5 Steps to Avoid Missing the Moments Intended for You
Springing ForwardThe sun is finally streaming through tangerine-pink clouds and the cardinals have arrived on my deck; hints of spring all around, save that darned, pervasive cold. Despite the "springing forward" we're about to do this Saturday, clocks in hand, we're still humans, one foot saddled in clay, trying to release ourselves from the doldrums.This… Continue reading The “I Should Be Able to Manage Without Meds” Blues
Last night I was enthralled....every pulsing moment of my first two hours of Beginner Ballet since I was a child. Always a dancer, I've "found my feet" most when my feet are not directly beneath me. Now almost 47, I've missed years of the leaps and twirls I thought (at age five) would fill my daily… Continue reading What’s Your Rhythm of Life?
I'd like to share a quick thought with you for this week: Grandma used to tell me at the holiday table that I had a "hollow leg." I had absolutely NO IDEA what she meant for many years. I was a petite little thing, and never realized how much I loved food until it caught… Continue reading Need a Little Peace at Thanksgiving? Try This