Just This Moment in Time It is a cold December evening. We have just returned from a night hike under the stars and now, you stoke the wood stove while I settle in with a good book, basking in the coz...Read More
Introversion When I am around a lot of people, there is a little scribe in my brain who insists on taking notes, processing every single interaction. He is very thorough and writes slowly with his tin...Read More
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
When Sadness Comes to Visit Against all instinct, Don’t run away. Try not to fix anything. Don’t get busy Cleaning the house Or running errands. Just sit down with it. Offer it a cup of te...Read More
November November. I remember the long days of anticipation as I neared the end of pregnancy, watching for any sign of labor. November is waiting. All the unknowns were still ahead. How would I face t...Read More
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
Drawn I spend a lot of time staring off into the trees. I’m not studying them so much, not specifically, its just my eyes and heart are drawn here. So much life- fungus, insects, birds, squirrels, f...Read More
On Watching Mr. Rogers Bury a Dead Fish My grandchildren and I sat mesmerized, as he quietly, carefully, netted the little silver body, wrapped it reverently in a paper towel shroud, troweled a hole i...Read More
If I Could Tell You Just One Thing If I could tell you just one thing, it would be this- beneath the daily disappointments, beneath the layers of frustration, anger, sadness, beneath even your despair...Read More
Each Morning, Daughters In these quiet early hours, before the day begins, my heart finds its way to each of you, my grown daughters. I float back and back to our deepest beginnings, when I had the sa...Read More
Changes We have lived in this house for so long that sometimes when I wake up in the morning, I half expect one child or another to peek around the corner. But they are all grown up now with their own...Read More
Feeling Fall Cool and crisp, these early days of fall are each one more lovely than the last. Yet they stir in me a melancholy I cannot name, but well recognize. I want to sip warm tea on the porch, w...Read More
Ideas Some people believe We are surrounded by ghosts, Old spirits who hang on, Wanting what they didn’t get- Revenge, Lost love, Closure. I don’t believe in ghosts. We will all leave behind A lif...Read More
Pure Possibility I. When I was born, I was pure possibility, just a brand new body with a fresh brain, ready for connection. Those connections unlocked my potential but also narrowed it. They rooted m...Read More
Cradled Lying in bed tonight, waiting for sleep to come, I am reminded of all the years of nights I lay here worrying about one child or another. Asleep in her room, my spirit would go to her, cradle ...Read More
River You could come to this place and discover nothing if you bring along your own noise, your own chaos. Because, like so much that is sacred, silence is the only entryway. So we leave it all behind...Read More
Learning Time I remember childhood’s summer, hot days flowing into cooler cicada evenings, unmarked by names of days or even months. Just ‘wadda ya wanna do now?’ My brother and I ride our bikes...Read More
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
Math All these years have passed and I still have the same repetitive dream. I am in college. It’s the end of semester and I realize there is a math class, calculus, trigonometry, a hard one, of cou...Read More
Swan Morning coffee in hand, I walked to the lake from the campground to greet the new day. The sun was already beaming bright, a light fog hovered over the water, cool. When, as if straight from a st...Read More
What is a Poem? You know that feeling when you’ve got too much to do and you can’t imagine how you are going to pack it all in so to calm yourself, you count ahead to the next quiet day, which doe...Read More