My Breath – with addendum
MY BREATH I’m getting older. At 70 years old, my knees are somewhat stiff and my hips are sore, even as I roll over in my bed, slide my legs over the edge of the bed and hang them briefly … Continued
Transforming life through wisdom and joy
MY BREATH I’m getting older. At 70 years old, my knees are somewhat stiff and my hips are sore, even as I roll over in my bed, slide my legs over the edge of the bed and hang them briefly … Continued
Continuous and varied, These daughters of the sun and moon, Clouds play with the mountain sides Slipping up and down the craggy ridges This is an invitation for all, If a pause is created For the space between The Divine … Continued
Every day, moment by moment, we are in transition and renewal. Rarely do we pause long enough to put a framework around these moments in our lives so that we notice the subtle offerings of these transitions. Some transitions are … Continued
“A Year with Hafiz” lay on the arm of the soft leather couch. The binding edge of the book seemed more narrow than the side of the book that revealed the edges of the pages. As I picked up the … Continued
Have you ever been invited by the water to know where you belong? To strip away all the otherness between you and the great white pine, left standing on this shore, ignored by the loggers so many years ago? That … Continued
Soundlessly the eagle landed and deftly Balanced on the naked tree top Now bare of needles and spiny branches A clearing in the canopy of trees Silently she braked, setting her wings Like my paddle in the water Firmly held … Continued
It is easy to forget to notice. And so was the damselfly that glinted in the sun’s persistent illumination which I would have missed if I hadn’t lifted my head to brush my wavy silvering hair out of my face … Continued
How hard it is to write a poem about such brilliance and light Darkness seems easier to describe with its brooding film This fiery season burns the words as quickly as I imagine them Waiting for no one, the sun … Continued
We don’t give up easily in the Midwest. We expect spring to return every year. March is the pivoting month. Statistically the most snow falls during the month of March in Minnesota, and yet the migrating robins return. It is … Continued