Entries by Sandy


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… […]

Drops of Color/ Glory & Wonder

Drops of Color Glory & Wonder In a lowly valley, stood a towering pine. Lofty needles formed its lengthy arms lifting toward the sky’s ceiling. A whisper from the tree rose like the sound of a hand sweeping across a harp’s strings. “Oh, glorious stars, you illuminate this silent night. To you, I raise my […]

On a Clear Day

On a Clear Day On a clear day I can see for stretches of vast landscapes. Walking on—the pictures before me change and leave imprints— countless rooms, secret chambers tended, beating in a cave within my heart. But, on days when all is not so clear, I look out and my imagination is ignited. Visions […]

Drops of Color/ The Stockings were Hung…

Drops of Color The Stockings were Hung… with affection and care in hope that this year would invite us to prayer. Yes, the stockings were hung with so much love and ‘wear’ —miles walked in so much unknown —persons held in place…isolated —faces guarded by masks —the virus spread —still, hosts of angels went in […]

The Sky

The Sky The clouds spread while wings expanded in a sea of blue. The sun lit the sky— the horizon knew no border. The hawk, a dab in the  held photo, let out a wail —a chorus echoed. I stood, “Encore, Encore, Encore” Feathers hovered. A circling pattern performed. The ‘singers’ bellowed a high pitched […]

Drops of Color/ Lived

Drops of Color Lived The tables are set— the silverware placed. The chairs are set for countless persons, yet an emptiness remains. A hush hovers— it feels like a bell in a cathedral whose clapper has been removed. The sounds of silence hardly convey what is not taking place. The chefs are home and so, […]

Fruit from the Vine

Fruit from the Vine The work of unseen hands. The ‘planter’ prepared the soils. Seeds laid in the rich, brown mud…earth’s womb. Labor pains ‘cracked’ the ground. Broken, a vine spreads itself. Taking in the summer’s heat —moisture fed the budding leaves —gentle rains caressed the fruit      being born. The Gardener watched, waited […]

Drops of Color/ Many Utensils

Drops of Color “Happy Thanksgiving” (Belated Thanksgiving greetings to my friends in Canada) Many Utensils In this kitchen, there are many utensils… Today, I’m handling the spatula of gratitude. Stirring again and again awaiting its gentle boil. I add touches of spices. Each added ‘pinch’ descends into the enormous pot and an aroma ascends. This […]

Can Be

Can Be Seasons change as do words. The stately oak stands in the middle of  the dense forest; inside, rings write themselves. Age marks, the years gone by, yet, ‘outside” written between invisible lines, limbs broken by gusty winds —new formations etched by a pen. Leaves dress themselves adorning the dark edges of bark. Paragraphs […]

Drops of Color/ Masks

Drops of Color Masks I placed one mask over the naked essence of my expression —it fit. I took it off and tried the other —it fit. Who was I if both fit? Either one so simple to wear. I have worked a long time to hide this me. Perhaps, from no one more than […]

SEE in Yourself

See in Yourself By grace an eloquent rising. Rays like ladders fan every which way; a lure for everyone to cast one’s essence. Join the flame ‘in’ you to the One setting the World to Light. No matter how dim shadows pervade—you are set aglow in radiant splendor. Do not mimic anyone else. Guides are […]

Drops of Color/ Inside

Drops of Color Inside… darkness ‘holds’ a space as it did in ‘The Beginning.’ The cusp of windows invites light into hid-den chambers. Listening ‘in’ silence… voices~~~many! They seem to be saying, “This is Good, this is Good…” All is quiet. The blending of two entities eliciting shadows and bringing colors to life. Behold the […]


Today Like a table cloth laced with an elegant pattern, You hung. The detailed weaving of ice particles formed beside your body ever so still. Your color fading —You hold in this moment —You gather in the sun’s warmth —Every vein in your paper flesh savoring life mindful of the fall that will whisk you away. You […]

Drops of Color/ Scraps

Drops of Color   Scraps Each word, she recalled, as if it were spoken directly to her, “Even the dogs get the scraps that fall from their master’s table.” Many years have passed, and she can ‘taste’ each syllable as she has spent her lifetime ‘gathering’ scraps…each a fragment of her faith. Her prayer beads […]

ALL Souls

ALL Souls We remember and recall their past. What has become of their future— a constant question many attempt to grasp. Faith in ‘some’ place beyond us dwells or do we adhere to  the words “what we believe ‘beyond’ —resides within.” Baffling thoughts… Yet, what is the truth? Answers or questions? Yes, questions— guides to […]

Drops of Color/ Steps…

Drops of ColorSteps… There’s no specific way. Exactly where you place your foot and then the other is where you are meant to be. Be present— the place upon which you stand… centuries old. The patterns, the colors… circles, lines— they flow. You are  on a path. Take a step, then take another. Pause awhile— […]

Pumpkin Patch

Pumpkin Patch Deep in the woods— a patch  of pumpkins. How… How did this ‘orange’ garden of tantalizing gourds arrive here??? The Great Pumpkin? Let’s be serious… This is NO ‘trick‘… it is a tasty ‘treat.’ I discovered the spreader of the seeds… Carefully planted indeed! Yes, there the Gardner was sitting atop one of […]

Drops of Color/ Details

Drops of Color Details It all began with an idea —a vision. Then, there was a layout —a blue print. Numbers of persons responded from everywhere. An enormous ‘spattering’ of specialties assembled —to create. Everything brought together —orchestrated. The finest details —each a solitary note —each playing its tune      on the scale —a […]

Face to Face

Face to Face When I see you, what shall you see? Will I hear your voice? Will my voice  open like a new song? Will time stand still? Will the gaze between us hold no space? When I see you face to face, will I finally know who I am? And in this knowing, realize […]

Drops of Color/ Jonathan Price

Drops of Color Jonathan Price This is not ANOTHER sketch of a Black Man. This is not a statistic of ANOTHER life taken by the pull of a trigger… the discharge made by a  law enforcer, Peace Officer. This IS an ‘IMAGE’ of a human being— Created in the likeness of the One who breathed […]

Night Rider

Night Rider Late at night or maybe the early morning, I step into my auto. I release the clutch. The engine does not roar. The sound of silence releases the brake. The pad of my soles caresses the pavement —the ride begins. Along highways and byways I go. My vehicle does not putter —it rolls. […]

Drops of Color/ Only a Dream

Drops of Color Only a Dream It was a dream. Really, only a dream. In the center of a lush garden stood a majestic tree. The tree reached itself beyond the sky. Its leaves oh, yes,  countless leaves were a splendor of cascading colors AND the leaves were the shape of hearts. The wind picked […]

The Fall

The Fall How it happened I haven’t a clue… A crisp, clear morning dawned. The forest was filled with sound. Birds sang beside leaves clapping their hands. I heard the sound of my bicycle’s wheels as they kicked up stones. This was a ride I enjoyed so many times.  I knew each curve in the […]

Drops of Color/ The Poor Man

Drops of Color (A Pilgrimage Journal Entry/Camino St. Francis September 2019) The Poor Man~~~ the beggar man from Assisi— is that you? The winds whispered through the trees— the leaves clapped their hands. “ALL Praise and Glory” sang through a tiny pink flower on the side of the trail~~~ Yes, now I know it is […]


Alive You think simply looking at me that I am gone… only my life-less branches remain. But, I tell you— I AM alive. The color surrounding me— The blue sky moistens my aged bark. The brown soil~~~ my bedrock. Down, deep~~~ the silent darkness the womb of my being  is from where I began. My […]

Drops of Color/ Ruth Bader Ginsburg

Drops of Color Ruth Bader Ginsburg March 15, 1933 —September 18, 2020 May the rays which extend through her shadow’s passing, ignite within us a passion —to bring truth to light, —to forge peace, —to live justly, and to humbly walk with the ‘Source’ of life seen in ‘countless’ faces, cast from a host of […]

Drops of Color/ A Treasured Map

Drops of Color A Treasured Map I have sought a treasure— a hid-den gem unseen and, yet, visible —so I’m told. I’ve spanned countless miles on foot… Endless terrain. I’ve followed endless maps. I’ve utilized devices pointing the way. Did I find the treasure you ask? Well… Here is what I can tell you~~~ When […]


Beloved Eyes painted with stardust. Suddenly a ballad playing itself caused me to rise. A flutter of strings accompanied by pecks upon keys— was this a dream? Wrapped in my comforter, a soft feather caressed my brow. I held open the palms of my hands to  receive this prayer and, I felt the soft wings […]

A Footstool

A Footstool Lying prostrate before two feet, they appear as if giant roots curled like fingers into the earth’s masses. If I glance skyward, I trust the mighty arms— endless branches lifting as if in praise and adoration. Today, my face lies in the deep darkness of mud…crusted, cracked and my lips kiss the soils~~~soft, […]

Drops of Color/ Stuffed Bear

Drops of Color Stuffed Bear I remember a time you were the one who was always there —always near. I held you ever so closely. As the years passed, your stuffing started coming out. You never said anything. Your eyes looked into mine and the two of us cuddled closer. There were those long nights […]


Edge There it was— a diving board. Well, it looked like one. I have lived on this  ‘edge’ a long while. The views— endless, effortless. My ‘gaze’ held in these moments. So many clicks— My lashes like a camera lens. One photo, then another. The panoramic view could not be captured in a single  shot […]

Drops of Color/ What Matters

Drops of Color What Matters The earth rolled itself— a small marble gliding in infinite space. From my perch, the sun began to greet a new dawn. I held the rays spanning beyond directions until the inferno of flame ignited the sky. Staring into the sun, my pupils engulfed in wonder— I closed my eyes. […]

Drops of color/ Lady in Blue

Drops of Color Lady in Blue I never knew you, yet you showed yourself to me on the street…in a far off land. You were painted in chalk. Your eyes sparkled—captivating me. Still…I had NO idea just Who was gazing into me. I sketched an image of you to place within these words of mine […]

The Sailing ‘Soul’

The Sailing ‘Soul’ Today the winds  swept the sea. White coats curl between blue sheets mirroring the sky— its reflection. A furrowed sail… THIS I found myself to be. Here, it mattered not—the tempest. Becoming a sail, was I, in this encounter. THIS my soul unfurled. Moving east  then west… I held a moment to […]

Drops of Color/ A City on A Hill

Drops of Color A City on A Hill There is a city at rest upon a hill. Persons come from all directions to visit this place. When they look out, they can SEE a vastness beyond words. Many purposely come to  visit the two Basilicas dwelling in this city. One Basilica enhances the Sacred Masculine— […]