August 2025

come on, really, can you do this?

to open and keep opening

to hold beauty and silence

 to be awed by the moment

to know when to walk away

and leave it all behind

others will stand in your place

but, it will never be the same

xo

 

JULY 2025

 

​Summertime and the living is complicated, sweet, demanding, joyful. It's a life well-lived, a heart full of memories and dreams. It's a Tuesday, and all willing, tomorrow will be a Wednesday, and so on.

My friend, Laurie, suggests something close to the following: Every one of us at the 'table' is simply a beating heart that was once a child. And as my own GRANDchild readies to turn three. #3, my beating heart tosses about inside my flat chest in absolute AWE of his wonder and delights, of his short tantrums and his unbridled curiosity, of the kisses blown across miles, and the very soon hugs. 

I'm grateful to and for the ones who sit at 'my table'.

Dear Self, please let shared stories inspire me to seek clarity to deepen my feelings and thoughts. Let me remember, honor, and cherish the precious child within. Let me create art that sings. xo

JUNE 2025

 

                                                         

                                                         From the west, I'd fight 

for poppies and lupine

 fine lines written on gates

locks of love & death

waterlilies and wild irises. 

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I vow to fight the good fight.

I'll host a shindig, a rumpus:

A tussle for love and peace. 

xo

May 2025 (another unfiltered morning)

(another unfiltered morning)

 

It's downright amazing to live in a world and time when, within moments, one can walk into yet another unfiltered morning. Instead of witnessing pain, suffering, and broken windows, you are taken down in awe and thanks. For this time, you live in the silence of what the world wants most. It is lush, soft, ancient, and yet also new. You carry it within for as long as possible. The spell will break, you will break, the world will break again. And again. But still it's there, right where you left it, a world full of hope and beauty. xo

April 2025

 

April arrives in swirls of wet winds

the sky putty readying to be shaped

wild onions on the sides of the path

have laid themselves flat and ready

& still we walk to silence ourselves

we savour where and how our lives

are touched and blessed and sacred

for this we stop : like the good dog 

and smell every little and big thing

xo

March 2025

 

March 2025

the waves tumbled and tossed 

toward the shore loud & large 

all I could offer was my heart

xo

February 2025

 

"...where there is hatred, let me sow love; where there is injury, pardon; where there is doubt, faith; where there is despair, hope; where there is darkness, light; where there is sadness, joy..."

I'm not suggesting that Saint Francis wrote these words; I don't know if anyone knows who did, but long ago, we aspired to love, faith, hope, light, and joy, and these sentiments, and more, hold true now. In this time and place of much confusion and many unknowns, these will be our essentials. It's challenging to stay on a path when the ground shakes, but our hearts know where to lead us: Listen carefully. Walk lightly. Hold on tightly. 

xo