Rings As the seasons spin like the wheels of a cycle, As planets revolve around the sun, This writer pens familiar words like rings forming ‘inside’ the towering oak. Yes, the seasons reshape its form. Yes, the sun touches its bark warming its core against all pervading elements. New rings circle around & around, the […]
Drops of Color A Story Book… with only two pages, soft, translucent. Across the ocean, its ‘binding’ secure, while the weightless orange sheets fan precisely and hold hovering long enough to glide with the sea’s breeze. The story book takes on several days of travel. When land in sight, a soft clover begins a new […]
Grief & Gratitude One wing is the finest feathers of gratitude. The other wing, a meticulous pattern. The same feathers lying side by side of grief. One side is NOT divided from the other. Gratitude and Grief, when drawn together, give One the grace to fly.
Drops of Color This Garden I am dwelling in a garden from which no one is banned except in fairy tales. Tasting of its fruit daily, I am invited to bite into the succulence of life. Revealed is the essence of goodness filling and satisfying the Soul —no one blamed for having eaten. A still small […]
About this morning… Beneath a sea of bubbling black licorice, my ‘soles’ have walked. Majestic stars, like diamonds, splashed in the seamless ocean flow above my head. What was different about this morning? Twenty four hours earlier, my body lay still on a table. Overhead, it certainly was not the Milky Way. I was in […]
Drops of Color Fiery Furnace As the night slowly begins to lift its shade and stars melt into a pool shining back upon themselves, there is a moment, the sun, a fiery furnace, flips its switch ‘on’ throughout the forest. In that brilliant flicker, the trees reveal their true colors, and then go back instantaneously […]
Unseen It matters not what unseen path lies ahead. What matters is the courage to know when to press on or remain still for as long as it takes the journey to unfold.
Drops of Color Strings Six strings running parallel. Its body a hollowed tree trunk. A branch shooting through the center becomes a lengthy neck. Six leaves attached to the strings —metaphoric vines. Each leaf alters the tune of the fitted strands. A hand reached for a pic and plucks E, A, D then G, B […]
FlutteringCrossing the ocean —her wings changed the winds. Broken in places —she found the strength to arrive. Lightly landing on flowers —scenting the traveler with sweet perfumes preparing its ‘fluttering’ life for its eternal departure.
Drops of Color A Pot of Gold At the end of the pier, ‘a pot of gold.’ Metaphorically speaking, a rainbow of floating kayaks—‘wait.’ Then, the sea, the sojourner, and a single oar ‘glide’ rhythmically, harmonically, channeling the wind, the waves and the vast expanse of a voyage leading to a pot of gold that […]
Three Bees Three bees landed upon a golden Sunflower. The first Bee gently let out a soft buzz, “This padding beneath my slender limbs is so lush and soft.” The second Bee chimed in releasing an extra buzzzzzzz and questioned, “How do you think this flower creates such a wonderous bed from which to nibble […]
Drops of Color Keyboard Some one turned it around. Ebony, ivory —they have taken opposite forms. Ivory has become keys of soft brown wood, brown delicate pitch. Ebony keys, now the color of snow, hang on the keyboard’s branches. Closing one’s eyes, fingers dance. A familiar waltz flutters across a long board walk. The song […]
Vivid Recollections DAWN (0-20yrs) Crawling, an open doorway —hands grip the edge of wood. Lifting, now standing on two wobbly limbs —hands let-go then, The Fall. Attempting again and again fall after fall… Years pass —now, running through fields gliding as if on waves —swinging from branches. Peace here, but returning home —the glass ceiling […]
Drops of Color Above the mantel The warmth of the fire contained. Rising a sea and the sun setting. Vessels harbored after a long day of bringing in a catch. In the distance, you can hear laughter, merriment, folks dining on what the waters have provided. Can you see it in the painting? Perhaps, one […]
When we are still… and gaze out upon wonder, why, even the clouds appear as if mountains OR perhaps the mountains have transformed into bursts of clouds.
Drops of Color Windows Why do i go on sketching images of windows… leaving words on their ‘pane?’ I suppose it is the gazing ‘outward,’ and then I’m suddenly taken back to lingering memories, lasting moments. I wipe the glass again and clear the streaks. Often, I leave the window wide open letting in the […]
Totem This totem leads to here and NOW… Look no further than this place you stand… It is exactly where you are meant to be.
Drops of Color …Take my Hand Oh, this night lures me. I am like bait on a line cast upon the black sea before me. I walked dangled between starlight and the night’s sky where a light shines brighter than the sun. Blinded am I, as You lunge from the hidden depths to snag me […]
Drops of Color Weights & Measures Balancing scales —one side dipping down, another side rising. Who decides the values placed on the scale? If we lived the lesson —to share our surplus with the least of our brothers and sisters —to satisfy those who hunger and thirst —to comfort those broken, filled with anguish because […]
…the music The tide is in ‘imagine’ the music that shall ensue when the waters pull each vessel out dancing on the sea changing its motion.
In Gratitude of Hours “My life is not this steep hour through which you see me being swept. I am a tree standing before my background, of my many mouths I am but one— the one, indeed, that’s always first to close. I am the space between two notes which, if wed, ring crossly: […]
…becomes The very stone becomes the reflection in the water just as the water becomes the stone lapping the shore.
BOOK OF HOURS/Final Hour “We shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time.” ~~~ T.S. Eliot Final Hour Here we are…but where? Weeks ago, at least it seems weeks, I sat before this windowpane. Outside, there […]
…blessed Union A small vessel —A vast crystal clear sea —a blessed Union
BOOK OF HOURS/10:00p.m. “Preach the Gospel at all times… and if necessary use words.” ~~~Francis of Assisi 10:00pm. Hour The pause I make between each word is the prayer I make with words! Silence is a response when the heart waits for each breath and trusts […]
Peddled The bicyclists rode in with the tide and peddled upon the waves letting-go of the handlebars.
BOOK OF HOURS/9:00p.m. “Follow the grain in your own wood.” ~~~Howard Thurman 9:00p.m. Hour 9:00p.m.—this hour has its own chord. Each hour has played its own unique melody… Each a separate key on the keyboard, and yet, ‘all’ these hours hold a melody, a harmony that is lasting and eternal. Each moment in this hour, […]
A ladder I climbed a ladder, but it was not until I descended ‘into’ the shadows, I discovered the direction I sought.
BOOK OF HOURS/ 8:00p.m. “All shall be well, and all shall be well and all manner of things shall be well.” ~~~Julian of Norwich 8:00p.m. Hour Darkness has set in. Like a seed planted in the ‘ground of being,’ unmovable beneath the soil, the seed finds a way to break. Pushing, prodding, am I like […]
Center Stage Divine Light has its way of ‘pointing’ to that which appears insignificant and casts its glow allowing it center stage and says… ‘the brilliance of creation would not exist without your being.’
BOOK OF HOURS/ 7:00p.m. In the dark I rest, unready for the light which dawns day after day, eager to be shared. Black silk, shelter me. I need more of the night before I open eyes and heart to illumination. I must still grow in the dark like a root not ready, not ready at […]
Rest Today is a brilliant day to begin unfolding all the creativity birthing inside of you. Suddenly, a soft voice, or the echo of a breeze, seems to say, “Come, lie in this hammock, let yourself rest in the sweetness of savoring nothingness.” The mind, the heart, the body, embrace the stillness. Rest
BOOK OF HOURS/ 6:00p.m. If you have built castles in the air, your work need not be lost; that is where they should be. Now put the foundations under them. ~~~Henry David Thoreau 6:00p.m. Hour I clicked my heels… I was not attempting to escape this hour. I clicked softly, bringing me back home from […]
Perch Find your perch and rest awhile…
BOOK OF HOURS/ 5:00p.m. Be yourself, everyone else is already taken. ~~~Oscar Wilde 5:00p.m. Hour They say the eyes are the windows to the Soul. These windows—a set of eyes…they gaze from inside out…they gaze from the outside in. What have they witnessed? Has my vison changed as time reveals itself over and over, this […]
Drops of Color Conversation with a Flower Who asks you, ‘What is your race, your gender, your creed?’ Pardon me, I could not hear you. ‘Does anyone question the essence of your being?’ Forgive me, I really cannot understand what you’re saying. Help me… Suddenly, the flower unfolded itself before me. Its beauty, its sweet […]
BOOK OF HOURS/ 4:00p.m. Once we believe in ourselves, we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight, or any experience that reveals the human spirit. ~~~E.E. Cummings 4:00p.m. Hour The harvest ready… Autumn changes the colors of this hour— My breath softer, more silent, and I know You, YAH-WEH, as I inhale and exhale. My heart […]
‘blow’ I dare you NOT to ‘blow’ these beautiful seeds into the Universe
BOOK OF HOURS/ 3:00p.m. “I’ve known rivers: I’ve known rivers ancient as the world and older than the flow of human blood in human veins my soul has grown deep like the rivers. ~~~Langston Hughes 3:00p.m. Hour This hour basks in Summer’s warmth. The clouds overhead bathe in this season…like children, they frolic across the […]
Ketanji Brown Jackson The 116th Associate Justice of the Untied States Supreme Court Definition of a Woman Let us begin with a fresh slate. Our ‘ribs’ are uniquely our own. Our physical attributes simply do not define our brand of how we are ‘made-up.’ I am fashioned and created from a Source who designs all life […]
BOOK OF HOURS/ 2:00p.m. Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference. ~~~ Robert Frost 2:00p.m. Hour This hour, Spring Beginning. Only a week ago…the 1:00p.m. hour, I was knee deep in snow. How then, at this 2:00p.m. hour, have the trees […]
Rooftop Up on a rooftop —witnessed by few. Even if no one bore contact with such splendor —beauty cannot help ‘flutter’ in harmony with creation.
BOOK OF HOURS/ 1:00p.m. For there is always light, if only we’re brave enough to see it if only we’re brave enough to be it. ~~~ Amanda Gorman 1:00p.m. Hour This hour transported me to a snow-covered hill. How the hours, like the seasons, pressing forward, change the face of the landscape…transforming the Sojourner, chilled […]
Implement We are intrinsically and wonderfully made. We are gifted with ‘means’ to protect ourselves. It is learning how to implement those built in guards so that we ‘also’ do not inflict pain on others.
BOOK OF HOURS/ Noon “My Lord God, I have no idea where I am going. I do not see the road ahead of me. I cannot know for certain where it will end. Nor do I really know myself, and the fact that I think I am following your will does not mean that I […]
Drops of Color For No Reason A stuffed animal left behind ‘in a child’s dirty boot.’ A maternity ward ‘has collapsed.’ I look out the window …I want to hear the cries of life just beginning. Instead, I hear the sound of rubble —person sifting through stones. From a safe harbor on the other side […]
BOOK OF HOURS/ 11:00a.m. “You are the sky everything else—it’s just the weather.” ~~~ PEMA CHODRON 11:00a.m. Hour A prism of colors highlights this hour. A culmination of effervescent hues…each one uniquely its own color and, yet it blends itself into fullness. Reaching from one end of the sky to the other, there is NO […]
Bars The bars do not hold anything back. The bars allow the bush to spread and open its buds beyond anything that could contain its beauty.
BOOK OF HOURS/ 10:00a.m. This we know, the earth does not belong to us, we belong to the earth. This we know, All things are connected. ~~~Chief Seattle 10:00a.m. Hour The leaves are curling open, soft green drapes drawn. I hear the wind breathe ‘into’ them, the branches cackle. Awe. To be touched again by […]
We’ll Ride I may be small —a tad wobbly, but give me time… let me fall and get back up watch me run —don’t stand in the path. Rub a gentle brush across my hide —fill my trough with wild oats. Wait…only a bit longer —then get on. Together we’ll ride.