Entries by Sandy

Book of Hours/ 6:00 p.m.

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 […]

Book of Hours/ 5:00 p.m.

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

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/ 4:00 p.m.

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 […]

Book of Hours/ 3:00 p.m.

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 […]

Drops of Color/ Definition of a Woman

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/ 2:00 p.m.

 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/ 1:00 p.m.

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

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

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/ 11:00 a.m.

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/ 10:00 a.m.

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

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.

Book of Hours/ 9:00 a.m.

BOOK OF HOURS/ 9:00a.m.  The Root of the Root of Yourself Don’t go away, come near. Don’t be faithless, be faithful. Find the antidote in the venom. Come to the Root of the Root of Your Self.  Molded of clay, yet kneaded from the substance of certainty, a guard at the treasury of Holy Light— […]


Roll-on The wheel of time understands when its journey is ready to move to another level. The circle rests until it’s time to roll-on.

Book of Hours/ 8:00 a.m.

BOOK OF HOURS/ 8:00a.m.  “Keeping watch… in the morning when I began to wake it happened again  That feeling that you, Beloved had stood over me all night keeping watch  That feeling that as soon as I began to stir  You put your lips on  my forehead and lit a holy lamp inside my heart.” […]

Book of Hours/ 7:00 a.m.

BOOK OF HOURS/ 7:00a.m.  “When it is over, I want to say:  all my life I was a bride married to amazement.  I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.”  ~~~Mary Oliver   7:00a.m. Hour A sweet intoxication fills the air.  The prayer this hour tasting the essence of familiarity.  Far from ripe, […]

Book of Hours/ 6:00 a.m.

BOOK OF HOURS/6:00a.m.  “I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.”  ~~~Maya Angelou 6:00a.m. Hour  Oh, that we could stay right here. Please…look at the sky, its colors… Who spilled the paint cans in such divine wonders? How […]


Wally Frigid temperatures. He sat outside on stacked crates. The establishment had no issue allowing him in to use its facilities. He was known to several regular customers —kind words, smiles exchanged. One day, when he was inside, he discovered ‘something.’ He did NOT announce, “Look, look at me, look what I’m doing.” No, he […]

Book of Hours/ 5:00 a.m.

BOOK OF HOURS/ 5:00a.m.  “Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the Soul—and sings the tunes without the words—and never stops at all.”  ~~~Emily Dickinson   5:00a.m. Hour  I am lying here…I fit so comfortably in your curl…I know some things are changing and dramatically. Your light fading, yet a light not so […]

A Wheel Barrow

A Wheel Barrow The wind hollows— the snow drifts piled high. I set out—a wheel barrow in tow, colored flowers filled its trough.  For a moment, I could smell the fragrant flowers… as snowflakes tickled my nose.

Book of Hours/ 4:00 a.m.

BOOK OF HOURS/4:00a.m.  “RE-examine all that you have been told… Dismiss that which insults your soul.”  ~~~Walt Whitman 4:00a.m. Hour  You begin to diminish…Wait!  Why? Why does the hour pass so quickly?  I turned a moment… my finger, wishing it to be like a fishing pole I could cast, that I might catch you, and […]


Looming Quiet, serene…timeless. Below, the darkness— looming. On top, soft flakes, white like flour ready for baking. In between, what is not visible, is the blossoming already begun.    

Book of Hours/ 3:00a.m.

BOOK OF HOURS/ 3:00a.m.  “You are not a human being in search of a spiritual experience.  You are a spiritual being immersed in a human experience.”  ~~~Teilhard de Chardin 3:00a.m. Hour  Although you are whole…in this hour, half of you revealed.  My lens captured you.  I cannot begin to count the images photographed.  Even if […]


Dwelling A dwelling, a place to nest, free from the elements, yet open to take them in. A sacred place you invite others to enter… A place called home. Here, is where the heart lies.

Book of Hours/ 2:00 a.m.

Book of Hours/ 2:00 a.m.  “ I come into the peace of wild things who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief…for a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.”  ~~~Wendell Berry 2:00a.m. Hour  Nodding off… Only seconds… The black veil pushes itself upon you and you seem […]

Book of Hours/ 1:00 a.m.

Book of Hours/ 1:00a.m. A finger pointing at the moon is not, the moon.  The finger is needed to know where to look for the moon, but if you mistake the finger for the moon itself, you will never know the real moon.  The teaching is like a raft that carries you to the other […]

Book of Hours/ Mid-Night

Book Of Hours Introduction Time—a gift given to each of us at the moment of birth to walk along the path our creator has invited us to and to use each moment to honor our humanity and to stay faithful to the journey. The Book of Hours is one woman’s journey over the course of […]

Drops of Color/ Scapegoat

Drops of Color Scapegoat Atop a lofty crag —you skipped —you trounced —you grazed. Out of nowhere, they came. In their eyes, you saw an irrational intent, but, it was too late. They held you, they bound you, no matter which way you moved attempting to  flee, tighter and  tighter became their restraint. You let […]


Reeds I sat along the bank of a river. The reeds gathered themselves around me until my  body submerged itself in an unexpected baptism. Enraptured was I, becoming each drop of water. I stretched my body, a  chalice, in each direction. Pouring myself like droplets of rain, I fell pelting the pristine landscape. I rose […]

Drops of Color/ Let it be done…

Drops of Color Let it be done… You cannot see but,  there is a  small child behind this instrument. The ensemble kept calling to her. She was told, “NO, you’re a girl.” She took out ‘all’ the pots & pans. Grabbed hold of spatulas and wooden spoons. Oh, she played the drums. Yes, she did,  even […]

Night Divine

Night Divine (Excerpt from a Journal/ Camino St Francis September 2019/ La Verna, Italy) Night Divine Sometimes the moon is like a  white page…words splashed in ink become the black sky. The more numerous the words become… SOMETIMES they fill the page, they merge together so nothing can be read or understood except the light […]

Drops of Color/ Star of Wonder…

Season’s Greetings “We” Celebrate in ‘many’ ways AND “We” are infinitely One. Blessings of Holy Wonder   Drops of Color Star of Wonder… Beyond frozen, ice formations decorate a chilled window. Oh, holy night. Neatly splattered across glass, a million faces —each snowflake an image of a creator. Those gazing into the faces, a reflection […]


Behold The slender oar stroked the blue sparkling water —a matte rippling —a gentle wake leaving a trail      then disappearing. High above, beyond site, a rumble. Like a chisel striking marble —an avalanche. Giant sheets of rock pounding the terrain —a matte torn —hard impressions      re-creating the mountain’s face. The oar […]

Drops of Color/ Another…

Drops of Color Another… I struggle to place the word on paper. Another __________ I do NOT wish to speak it aloud! Something ‘within’ breaks like a dam unclogged from a river —it flows. Another SHOOTING Another Shoot-ing another shooting For too long, in my seemingly short life, I have listened.  Sometimes, I haphazardly tuned […]

Faith Road

Faith Road A lifetime of roadways marked clearly, most discovered on maps. All these ‘streets’ —traveled by many. Some of these roads, it seems, I have traversed a million times. Funny, really… Even after forging a way over and over, I see new ‘things.’ Were they always there? Maybe, Yes!  Perhaps, No! Why NOW do […]

Drops of Color/ Leap Frog

Drops of Color Leap Frog Remember the days of hide-and-seek, kick the can, red light green light? Do you recall tag-you’re-it, hop-scotch, and running through the sprinklers? Hour after hour of fun from sun up to sun down… No electronic devices found, batteries were not included…or even needed. The only ‘mouse’ discovered— the one scurrying […]

A Bridge I am…

A Bridge I am… My ten fingers hold starlight— they are ropes dangling from a celestial sky. No matter how deep the  darkness— the particles, the hues of a million galaxies allow the bridge, I am, to sway. And, no matter the storms let loose, my ten clay toes are the  boards creating the  walkway […]

Drops of Color/ Lean In…

Drops of Color Lean In… The table set — a lasting Supper… that IS what Thanksgiving has come to be—for me. Is this a poem?  Lean In… I often pause, held in the image of the  Beloved Disciple, Apostle of Apostles, leaning in to the One about to break bread, share from the same cup, […]

Your Thoughts

Your Thoughts Untie the strings gathering the bouquet wrapped around your thoughts. Breathe in the soft scents of the petals alive and  bleeding with colors. Let fall those fragrant soft shovels held around each pistil. Allow the flowers to submerge into the dwelling place that is you— until thoughts faintly visible begin to hear the […]

Drops of Color/ Empty Cupboard Shelves

Drops of Color Empty Cupboard Shelves Each item on the shelf waiting to be received. This cupboard full —the anticipation of food supplies     flying off these shelves     to feed others. Empty, empty, empty the cupboards. We can fill them again and again and again in hopes that one day we can […]