Author: Maria
Granddaughter
Granddaughter We are walking together across the blazing blacktop. Sweat blossoms on my lip and brow. She is talking, talking, talking. Her hand, as if it knows its own language, the language of trust... Read More
Late Afternoon
Late Afternoon There are plenty of days that I let this moment pass, just keep working, ignore the slant afternoon sun’s beckoning call. Come, it says. Rest. Linger for a while. You have worked hard... Read More
How I Want To Remember Us
How I Want To Remember Us We were all there, the whole family, sitting on a blanket together. Waiting. An entire history of events had brought us to that moment, including tragedy and grief that I was... Read More
Nourished So
Nourished So “In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer.” -Albert Camus A gentle rain greets me this morning and from the greenness of my home, all the world seems... Read More
This is not a poem.
I don’t have a poem this morning. All week long, I have been writing, waiting for inspiration, an idea that I can hone and soar with. Usually, if I am open, it comes. But this week, there ha... Read More
In Silence
In Silence I grew up in a noisy and chaotic household, full to overflowing with the wildness of children. A moment of silence was so rare that, like a vacuum, it made my ears ring. I loved it anyway. ... Read More
Letting Go
Letting Go There was so much you had to let go of to get to this place, this intersection of what you do and who you are- dreams that weren’t really your own, worn out beliefs, old habits of thought... Read More
Living Within the Mystery
Living Within The Mystery The older I get, the less I seem to “know”, the more I realize that we humans look for answers more than the truth because answers, even if not quite right, help to quell... Read More
Collecting Dandelions, Collecting Memories
Happy Sunday morning! So here is a little story within a story. The other day, my granddaughter, Celia, sixteen months old, toddled over and handed me a dandelion. She just completely melted my heart ... Read More
Dissonance
Dissonance While eating breakfast, I watch two cardinals hop along the fence in the bright, crisp sunshine. A fuzzy brown rabbit hunkers down in the tall grass to rest. Meanwhile, I listen to a radio ... Read More
Hiking Companions
Hiking Companions Anxiety starts off strong, picking up stones along the path to rub their sharp edges, but wears out quickly. Melancholy quietly places those stones in a sack and slings it over his s... Read More