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Drops of Color/ Tear Drop

Drops of Color Tear Drop The form of  a  tear drop hangs from pines. A choir  bellows from this ‘spun’ papier-mâché’ drop ~~~dangling effortlessly. A single entrance carved out at the bottom. The community worked from the sun’s rising until the stars appeared. Chewing upon wood fibers, the workers blend their saliva—‘wasp spit’ creating the […]

Web of Being

Web of Being You held the sun between glimmering threads. You did not capture its flame. Instead, you allowed the impregnating light to reveal the essence of spun creativity. Passing-by, had I blinked, I would have missed this divine manifestation. This web of being invited me to lay back and take in the delicate, detailed […]

Drops of Color/ The Entrance

Drops of Color The Entrance The doorway opened itself wide…releasing its hinges. The architecture surrounding its space was strong like bar bells secure like a knot in a rope and held a delicate design… like petals lapped around a flower. The wood dipped in varnish darkened like a pool beneath a mid-night sky. The stone-cut, […]

Another Version of Psalm 23

Another Version of Psalm 23 How can I be glad    when I hear you weeping? You, who have been my Shepherd,    I want to dry your tears. How I wish to allow you to lie down    instead of wondering if another shot will be fired. I live in green pastures,    and […]

Drops of Color/ This View

Drops of Color This View From here —the view appears      eternal. Time seems to       hold its hands —each tic      every toc      ECHOES. Beyond the valley,      the mountains       ‘catch’ the refrain      launching it skyward. Softly, the       sounds drizzle     […]

Words keep getting in the way…

Words keep getting in the way… (A Journal Entry walking the Camino St Francis/September 2019) What do you say when words keep getting in the way to describe You? You are more than a feeling— You are beyond all thought— You are NO-thing— You are EVERYTHING… Along a path, a tiny flower grows from a […]

A Place

A Place There is a place I go to be alone. It is sturdy, and it has been here well beyond the years I know of its actual existence. I pray it will be here long after I have passed, and another might seek its solace, its comfort, and its wonder. This place knows when […]

Drops of Color/ Design

Drops of Color Design Who designed your outer wear? What makes up your daily uniform defining what you do, who you are, how you ‘attempt’ to present yourself? Does the outer design hold many colors? Is the fabric a solid shade imitating crayola? When the garment of your outer self removed and your nakedness appears— […]


Clouds Did you ever wonder how a cloud moves? Floating particles gather in an array of forms. Sometimes, I imagine I see a family of porpoises gliding in the sea of blue. Other times, the clouds are a marching band. Stringed instruments roll on by while a series of drums and buglers float on. Today, […]

Drops of Color/ For Brian

Drops of Color For Brian When he saw them… Immediately, he knew —their white button down shirts —their black tapered suits —their ‘fine’ beaks     tipped so,     so that every morsel of sustenance     filled the little ones beside     their patent leather boots. He fell in love with these […]


Tulips You cannot  look at a tulip and walk on by… Can you? Look, look at its vestments…the finest tailor could not replicate. Soft pinks, glamorous yellows, striking reds and passionate purples dazzle us in this season of Spring. Short-lived yet, each year we welcome their arrival. The tulip bursting from earth’s womb… Littering life […]

Drops of Color/ Beneath the Boardwalk

Drops of Color Beneath the Boardwalk The boardwalk beckoned— instead, I dove below. Surfacing, I heard the  footsteps overhead, and suddenly the soft echo of surf chimed in. Beneath the boardwalk, a sort of amphitheater ensued. The sound played a soft ballad. Several sailing vessels passed-by. A few fish swam at a distance. They blew […]


Buoys Plunging into a sea ~~~green feathered stalks stood swaying in the ebb and flow of a balmy breeze. Slowly treading water around me in every direction, yellow buoys broke the surface. They appeared like a million faces lit by the sun… Overhead, the skyscape ~~~a blue canopy holds patches of seabirds, their wings casting […]

Drops of Color/ The Arch

Drops of Color The Arch From the window, twelve sealed frames. All who enter the arch below or exit beneath its halo are made visible. The arch— what is seen from within its held space —endless stories —legends told —myths created —truths held —footprints vanished —timeless trails blazed. There is an unknown element that cannot […]

It’s Time

It’s Time Clearly, it’s time. Perhaps, I knew a long time ago…it was clear then, but I was not ready to say, ‘Good-bye.’ I learned a lot from you. I’m grateful even to this day. Yet, my path is different so I’ll ask you to excuse me. If you cannot, that’s o.k. ‘Cause it’s time […]


Fly I am learning  in all things to spread my wings and fly. Even if my wings are clipped, broken, I know the  essence of flight. The season, the times, my guides. These, I have come to trust. The wind calls— it is this moment NOW I rise flying in what appears the opposite direction. […]

Drops of Color/ The Scenery

Drops of Color The Scenery You held the ‘oar’— all I had to do was ‘be’ in the moment. Whatever way the gondola  sailed, it was in your hands. I paused… First, I reached— then, I pulled my arms back in. Second, I heard a gurgling in my throat, words rising, then ‘something’ within stirred—shhhhh! […]

He said, ‘Follow me.’

He said, ‘Follow me.’ And, so I have. I try each day. He always seemed to say, ‘Be not afraid.’ I believe he learned these words from his mother who bore him and, I have spent my  lifetime following this man. He went about walking parched paths. He spoke to anyone, everyone who would listen. […]

Drops of Color/ A Window

Drops of Color A Window A soft wind echoed pushing a rock with enough effort that the stone let-go. Like Rapunzel’s hair —broken bits of the canyon wall slid and, like waves crashing into the shore, you could hear the plumbing avalanche causing dust to envelop the sky. A whispering breeze ensued pushing away particles […]

Will these people…

Will these people… This moment  a mist eerily moves  like a milky shadow enmeshed in a sky painted in the sweetest essence of black licorice. Tasting this day, this hour, the moon in her fullness dangles unperturbed moving willfully in the  pattern entrusted and designed by the One who seeks no name. How we have […]

Drops of Color/ Today

Drops of Color Today I created a sketch, then another unfolded, followed by a third and fourth. Lately, I’ve turned off the T.V., refrained from news. I opened my windows wide, the sound of song birds —music to my ears. Colors splashed on paper. The ink ran dry but, I found another pen, another pencil. […]

I had a sketch pad…

I had a sketch pad… I had a sketch pad. I had a sketch pad filled with empty pages. White empty pages began to fill with colors. Like Autumn’s leaves, the sketch pad burst with hues—reds, yellows, oranges. I had a sketch pad filled with faces —Faces of passers-by. I had a sketch pad that […]

Drops of Color/ Blossom

Drops of Color Blossom The Earth shook. The ground quaked. Thunder parted the clouds. You lie in fallowed soil unseen, invisible, hid-den. No One called you to take the stage. A bell did not chime signaling your time. Lights weren’t beaming on/off queuing you. You moved like a silent hush. You adorned yourself with a […]


Way There is not a single moment nor an hour that ‘creates’ a Way. More, like a path formed, wild flowers stretch alongside the carved walkway. Springing to life, a solitary word… sometimes the letters allow that single word to take root. It grows through the  summer spreading itself in an open window. Without notice, […]

Heaven’s Corner

Heaven’s Corner I stood on a corner searching for a stone— a corner stone that revealed Heaven. I had dreams of heaven. So many stories told. I wanted to see it— I wanted to know it for myself. So I stood on a corner in search of a stone— Heaven’s cornerstone. I stood for a […]

Drops of Color/ Quieting the Mind

Drops of Color Quieting the Mind When quieting the mind, images revealed. Shadow sides expose the roots, nurture the blossoms     of the One sitting     in an open meadow. Everything suddenly connected. No-thing is ever divided except when the ‘thinking’ believes it knows all the answers. When the mind is quiet, knowing […]

Exposed again

Exposed again Beneath a blue drenched winter sky, a cloud floats on by like sifted flour. I peer out, as if perched below a table, gathering each breath so as not to reveal myself. Looking, searching —scanning the clock of the day’s minutes ticking by, I am mindful of harvest. Harvest is so far away […]

Drops of Color/ History/HERstory

Today, is the last Thursday in February —this month honors/celebrates/remembers Black History. My sketch highlights Kamala Harris, the first woman, the first African American/South Asian woman to become the Vice President of the United States of America— Perhaps, this is a first of many more to come where all women will make History/ HERstory.   […]

Thank You

Thank You The ground  had spoken. At first, a reluctance to believe actual words were heard. Was someone speaking —someone unseen, unnoticed lurking behind trees? Painted shadows marked the ground. Was it a person disguised filling my ears with  the illusion of sound? Again, the ground quaked— it was a rumble of sorts and, now […]

A Path

A Path An uncharted path hid-den beneath pristine white snow —a blanket spread —a quilt of dazzling snowflakes      knitted without a needle or thread. Many paths that we walk in life we never intentionally set out to traverse. Many paths were invitations we may not have accepted YET—the way we had to find […]

Drops of Color/ What Song

Drops of Color What Song? Sing to me… What song is being sung in you? Are you blowing through the saxophone? Are you caressing the piano keys? Maybe you’re strumming the strings of the guitar or tapping the skin of the drum with wooden sticks. Are you sounding a trumpet? Perhaps you are holding the […]

Unknown Hour

  Unknown Hour The branch holding you for so long knew it was ‘time.’ The ring inside this tree’s sturdy trunk forms another circle like each tick on a clock. Letting go, you waffled left, then right. For a few moments, you hovered in the air like a ballerina completing a pirouette. You fell landing […]


Sweet Sweet A morsel of honey dripped from heaven’s comb dabbing the soft palate of  my being filling my words with a savory hymn. I placed my pen down and listened. The salt from my tears added to the rich flow of golden sustenance. A bee, coming from an unknown place, lands on my shoulder. […]

Drops of Color/ One

Drops of Color One We are One Tribe We are One Nation We are One people Why do we go on pretending we are not? Your Joy is my Joy. Your sorrow is my sorrow. Words flow like a river down my cheeks. Your prayer is a choir sung from the heaven we live in […]

…become the wave

…become the Wave I dive. Leaping no longer an option. A force pulls me into the open sea. I am not adrift. Almost immediately, I am fashioned into the swirling drops within which I am now gathered. A natural flow —a rhythm undefined —a sacred dance formed      is now playing itself out. In […]

Drops of Color/ The Gate

Drops of Color The Gate— it is not so narrow. In fact, if you simply ‘lift’ the latch, it opens. In fact, if you’re unable to lift the latch, there IS someone to lift it for you —trust. In fact, the truth is ALL are welcome to enter through this gate. —You don’t have to […]


Pilgrimage Out of the sea, I surfaced. My tail morphed itself splitting in two —delicate stumps began to bend. I was held in a moment of silent prayer. Two feet sprang and I stood. Limbs branched from a torso, like a breast plate, and I reached skyward. Ocean drops fell upon earth’s bed. I stepped […]

Drops of Color/ Solitary

Drops of Color Solitary The sea is relatively calm— white caps were making their way before the horizon’s line. A solitary boat rested along the edge of the rising tide. Stepping into the boat, I cast off, thrusting the oars over the edge. The winds rose as did the vessel. Carried into uncharted waters, I […]

See the faces…

See the faces… Today. I am praying. (call it Meditation, Tonglen or Contemplation) Not for me. Not for you. I am whispering into the Universe for our World  gone asunder. I cry out, “What is Truth?” “Where is Justice?” See the faces of innocent tiny eyes, fragile minds listening to adults— listening, observing adults! Grown-ups, […]

Drops of Color/ Seven Hanging Pots…

I share this poem through tears… My eyes swollen, I can barely read my own words… NOW… —Let us maintain kindness —No matter how broken      may we act peacefully —May LOVE transform      what at present remains unseen! May we ‘see’ beyond the chaos all that is GOOD! Drops of Color Seven […]


Satisfied The time— the hour…I know not. Yet, it was as if a  symbol clanged and a host of drops gathered from a Source wider than the sea. Into the skies they soared— higher and higher they climbed until they were out of sight. Silence ‘broke.’ With a rush, the sound of stampeding horses could […]

Drops of Color/ In Our Hands

  In Our Hands A painted ceiling  began its formation. In this year’s beginning, here’s a simple reminder Drops of Colors splattered with ease… Images ‘ran’—one into the next…the ceiling draped like a curtain. Without notice, the curtain became engulfed in flames— yet, the ceiling’s images were not consumed. Instead, the paint burned with crisper […]

A Novel

A Novel A beam of Light —like a series of words —descends ‘into’ a flower. Each letter becomes a petal. The stem forms a sentence while each leaf a paragraph. The One who gazes is drawn into the heart of a Novel—blossoming. Now, the light transforms the beholden and the beholder. Truly, this is how […]

Drops of Color/ The Night of Christmas

Drops of Color The Night of Christmas Twas’ the night of Christmas and I lay covered in bed. Thoughts of this day wrapped the gift it had been. It began beneath stars made manifest in the dark and the chill of winter’s wonders glistened upon branches and homes dressed in lights. I walked into a […]

What IF…

What IF… What IF the stories are TRUE? What IF a mere child— a girl with a name we know as Mary WAS overshadowed by ‘some-thing’ other THAN a man. What IF she bore a child… not even she could understand. What IF— Water really was turned to wine? And baskets were filled with leftovers… […]