Entries by Sandy

A Call to Act

A Call to Act Everywhere A call loud, emphatic, running on, and on, and on. A lowly other sits quietly refraining from ACTING… taking the moments necessary to gaze ‘into’ a window within. Who are you? Only you can respond— filling in the blank. Your actions can be pure when you do not re-create what […]


Miracles I woke this morning the moon shining through my blinds. I pulled back the covers and reached for you. I stepped out under a sea filled with stars— the twilight sang love songs to my soul. You took my hand as a path revealed itself. The trees bowed their heads— their leaves made music […]

Shadow Sides

Shadow Sides In the darkness our shadow sides ‘revealed.’ As we gaze in acknowledgement, suddenly ‘we’ are  transformed. Illuminated because we dare to enter the hid-den depths.

Love Notes

Love Notes I Love You like I have loved ‘no’ other. In ‘all’ others I am learning— This is how I came to love you. It has been years— traveling through the “seams” of seasons —fading colors —bitter blizzards      draped in frosted flakes —bouquets of lily blossoms —the morning sunrise…     each […]


Elegy If today this life of mine ended with a period…. I trust in run-ons~ Yes, my life has been a  continuous tale… peaks and valleys jagged edges and sandy beaches— moments of penetrating light and deep rivers of hid-den darkness. I have LIVED in it all and in death (I trust) I will hold […]


Knocking What is it? What knocks on the center of this breast plate? On this door? ‘Let me in, let me in!’ Who is this visitor who raps emphatically— not with force, but with a tap as delicate as a  feather released from a bird in flight, flowing , with a swagger, to the earth […]

What I know by Heart

What I know by Heart The soft cry of a babe— no words yet, there is a need. The howl of the wind unseen yet, it bends the  branches creating a ballad. A hawk soars in the sun’s light because it can. Two old lovers sit side by side, hand in hand watching the sun […]

The Rain Fell…

The Rain Fell… Upward! Not possible… it was once my thought, too. Today, the pools of drops rose from the earth. The flowers dipped taking in the  ascent of dew. Splashes one after another climbed an invisible ladder. I knew not their reach— I simply beheld their flight —a grand balloon launch —soaring drops —vapor […]

Sketch of Myself/NOTES…

Greetings Friends, Back with “Sketch of Myself” each Monday.  Many NEW ‘images ‘ are creating themselves… Hope you’ll enjoy  these sketches as much as I do ‘penning’ them to paper. For the many NEW persons who have joined the viewing… If you’re wondering about how “Sketch of Myself” came to be, please go to  www.onesingledrop.com  […]

Why Walk

Why Walk Once upon a time my feet touched the ground running like a gazelle upon a smooth sheet of star-lit waters. This is no fairy-tale— a part of me ‘broke’… The break in the pavement nowhere near the enormity of what was dis-lodged in my inability to step. A new flow ‘sprung’ in me […]


Time The seconds, minutes, hours and in between the breath… The years pass-on— yet, the ‘gasp’ unmeasured. The ‘un-marked’ time… The unknown place called Home.

Winnowed Away…

Winnowed Away… Held by ‘nothingness.’ The absence of what was  finds space… in this emptiness. A treasure found~ beyond rubies, sapphires & diamonds. Lying there a life-time the rubble removed. The debris now scattered~~~ winnowed away. What lies in this NOW Visible… No longer  needing to be named except I AM  


Play-On No matter how I run or pause You are there waiting Always quiet, peaceful Especially when my mind adrift. You sit beside the shore Every vessel carrying each ‘thought’ floats on by. You do not  pull any of my ‘wanderings’ to the water’s edge. You patiently curl yourself like a kitten cradled in a […]

The Buck

The Buck The night young. The moon wrapped  in black drapery. It would be hours before the curtains pulled wide ushering in the dawn. A soft wind nipped my frosted face. Stepping, I listened to the soft echoes of silence. In my pocket two small apples… I would place them where my forest friends would […]

The Face

The Face In the eye of the majestic hawk intertwined in the branch’s steeple… In the delicate pines a herd of deer— we hold each other’s stare and I am beholden to the face of God. In the faces of each life the image of You speaks to me like a hushed breath. I bow […]

Wooden Box

Wooden Box A wooden box with a long slender neck whispered from a hollow center, “Will you play me?” Looking left then right, in front and then behind— No one was there but me. Did I HEAR the wooden box whisper, “Come play me?” There it was again…”play me!” Gently, I grasped the neck mindful […]

Flower Baskets

Flower Baskets Three potted plants perched on a white rail. Someone ‘placed’ them —arranged them and cared for them. One day… when the three plants thought they were alone they began a blossoming conversation… The blue basket of flowers said to the green basket of flowers, “I could gaze upon you forever.” The reply was […]

Sketch of Myself/Behind this wall..

Sketch of Myself/ Behind this wall…                                                  There are beautiful walls                                                     draped with windows                                                allowing the fresh air to roll                                                        in and sway out                                        There are ‘entrances’ built within these                                    walls— sometimes the doors remain opened                                              everyone enters is welcomed…                                                   no one […]

Your Name

Your Name The piece of paper turned…back & forth, up & down could not hold the immeasurable span of feathered drapery. At first, hid-den by darkness the ‘unseen’ broke the night. The wings flapped in perfect balance. A metronome ticked in the silent beat of creation. The Universe seemed to stop breathing or it was […]

A Dark Night of a Soul

A Dark Night of a Soul The water cool splashing at the ankles. The helm held for the time being. It is that which the soul grasps. There are no controls— no way to steer the vessel. Direction is irrelevant all earthly North—lost. Yet, from this point the one aboard the living cocoon sways with […]

The Ground

The Ground The ground took me— holding me by surprise. I crawled upon the soft mattress of its wet grasses. My nails dug deep into its cold dark soils— muddy, unclean. I felt alive. Sparrows twirled around my head whispering love chirps. Bees soaked the pollen from the dandelions’ dander which caked to my knees. […]

Aloha…A Hawaiian Journal/ Day 12

Aloha…A Hawaiian Journal/ Day 12 September 15th, 2018 Class began… It started before I arrived. I did not have to go to admissions to see if there was room available… Certainly, this class was full— but the depths were limitless. I melted beneath the surface I tried not to make waves I attempted to discover […]

Sketch of Myself/Quench Your Thirst

Sketch of Myself/Quench Your Thirst                                            “When you stop to quench your thirst,                                          find a moment to discover your reflection~~~                                                   You’ll NEVER thirst again…” Inspired by Walt Whitman’s poem “Song of Myself”

Aloha…A Hawaiian Journal/ Day 11

Aloha…A Hawaiian Journal/ Day 11 September 14th, 2018 David His name… David. His office along side the sea. He picked his rock, his office chair, on this particular morning. He brought large palms —pure green. Before he began to ‘weave,’ —he laid out his ‘good’ book —a few precious stones and a tiny vase holding […]

Aloha…A Hawaiian Journal/ Day 6

Aloha…A Hawaiian Journal/ Day 6 September 9th, 2018 This Morning’s Gospel            written by the Sea The Opening Verse            carried by a wave                 and quickly pulled under The Second Verse          held the wind~~~                a haunting ‘note’                 splashing the blue ‘reflection’              from the sky above The Third Verse […]

Aloha…A Hawaiian Journal/Day 5

Aloha…A Hawaiian Journal/ Day 5 September 8th, 2018 A Pin Cushion How ‘funny’ metaphors come to be. How it is our minds paint images revealing something held ‘deeper’ inside well beyond the frameworks of the rational mind. So many needles poking in this vast cushion. Aboard a gigantic vessel docked at the sea’s side— NOW, […]