Tuesday, January 31, 2017

One of Those Days


word's maelstrom dance
through my mind
 music only they hear
 a cyclone of winter's leaves
here   then   there
they ride away
on the back of a bird's song
 i sit quietly
with the waiting of their
homecoming






Monday, January 30, 2017

Words Over Coffee






chaos
uninvited visitor
cross the threshold
of my mind
over coffee
whispers:
we make ourselves miserable
or make ourselves strong
the effort is the same
wise words
my
friend


Sunday, January 29, 2017

Enough

fear
hope
no one
without the
other
fear:
 not enough
of the
 who
what
where
hope:
birthing fear
infinite
choosing
hopelessness
i
am
     enough...

* if the thinking of this seems dark...it's not meant to be 
only that i choose not hope and fear but to sit with the
present...embrace what is...


Saturday, January 28, 2017

Waning....

                                                                              art by Linda Vachon

 these days of more
i choose
less
possessions
doing of things
space
sit with loud
silence
watch the light
change
     waning... 









Friday, January 27, 2017

Gifted

                                                                              art by Rima Staines

sleeping seed
in the fallow field
awakened
with sun's whispered love
moon's tender pull
begins it's journey
to bless this world

another grandchild
 gifted
 waiting
little one... 







Thursday, January 26, 2017

Unknown Visitor



                                                                                                    art by Paula Jones
 smoke 
hawk
owl
water
my lover's words...name
roll off a stranger's tongue
who then calls me
his...
angel
this unknown man
 taking his leave
three taps of his horn
the ritualistic manner
of my lover's farewell
 somehow...
 portent








Wednesday, January 25, 2017

The Stars of Dawn

sleeplessness
night questioner
breather of stardust
imbiber of moon glow
revenant seer
angel whisperer
traveler
welcomed home
by the stars
of
dawn...


Tuesday, January 24, 2017

The Power of Inwardness


untruths expand in the night
creating fissures...
vulnerability flows
by whose grace...
mine
 sitting with inwardness
they become...
cathartic
fire
begetting
rebirth 
 
to borrow mary oliver's words:

"by morning
i had vanished at least a dozen times
into something better"
 
and i did... 


 
 




Monday, January 23, 2017

My Mother's Bones


last night
i dreamed of my mother's
bones...
repose
high on her windswept hill
soundlessly...
they drew in 
on themselves...
feet became talons
fierce beak
on her skull
lifting...
with featherless wings
she appeared...
outside my window
and sang the song...
of flying
back into my
soul
i woke...
tears...
coursing
down my face
and the taste of
flight
laying sweet
upon
my
tongue...


Sunday, January 22, 2017

The Flying is Lost.....




                                                                                             art by pamela zagarenski
 
where 
are 
you...

peace
?

 my soul feels
 like a butterfly...
pinned
under glass...

"the husk is captured...
but the flying is lost" 

it's time
to breathe
the flying
back
into
the
 husk...


  









 







Saturday, January 21, 2017

The Gift of Another Day


sunrise...
the gift of
another day
will 
try...
 
again

Friday, January 20, 2017

If....


we are born of stardust
losses in our lives...
sometimes...
return us to stardust...
even as we still walk this earth
our bones shift...
a loose image...
of our old self
we build a funeral pyre...
and sing the mournful dirge...
if...


Thursday, January 19, 2017

In the Gloaming...

i sit with the gloaming...
sleeveless...
barefoot...
70°...
january...
the warmth like a heavenly hand...
laid upon me...
 a plane passes over...
 a dove calls...
sounds eliciting an old memory...
another place...
another time...
gypsy blood...
back then...
called to wander
but this day's end...
after 63 revolutions around the sun...
i just want to go home...
then i realize...
i am home...
and somehow...
that makes me...
sad...




Wednesday, January 18, 2017

Red

red...
 
on a gray day
these woods behind my home
 
i seem to be attracting red...
or red is attracting me...
 
red:
 
fire
burning 
heat
blood
danger
stop
 
red... 
 
my heart...
 
five vowels...
three consonants...
 
i
love
you
 
 


 
 
 
 



Tuesday, January 17, 2017

Messengers of Love...

my afternoon meditation is usually outdoors...
even when the cold causes me to bundle warmly...
but today my old bone's protest led me here...
to be seated in supplication

upon sitting i noticed seven brilliant red cardinals
in the bush directly out this view...
 more in the curly willow tree...
even more perched on the lady banks...
i have often heard it told that cardinals herald
the visit of a lost loved one...
if so... i had much company today
 
as usual..i spent this time sitting quietly...
open eyed...
drinking in life with all my senses... 
accompanied the entire forty minutes
by these messengers...
 
i was truly blessed to be surrounded this day
with so much love...
and i 

thank
 
YOU...




Monday, January 16, 2017

Unbidden....

...and coffee
 
morning meditation completed...
 waiting now on the sunrise...
with aching muscles...
not the bad kind...
ones earned from honest laboring
digging ...
shovelful...
after shovelful...
after shovelful...
the making of a fire pit
i long to sit...
blanketed in stars... 
 flames hypnotically dancing...
fire...
stars...
 shadows...
 a good kind of
darkness...
not the kind that is...
unbidden...
 

 



Sunday, January 15, 2017

....Child of Mine


fog:  Mother Earth's healing breath as
She whispers "good morning child of mine".
wet grass claiming my feet...
the feathered ones chittering...
morning prayers going up...
for this moment...
all is right...
this
Sunday
morn

Saturday, January 14, 2017

Sing Me to Healing...

lately i've felt like the ghost of something unknowable....
off kilter....
floundering...
i can't make art...
can't read...
can't listen to music...
i spend as much time outdoors as possible...
physically laboring on my land until i am spent...
arms and legs quivering....
 caked in dirt...
salt powdering my body from exertion...
and when i can do no more...
i just sit with the fruits of my labor...
just...
BE

i keep waiting for that little bubble of my
inner level to tilt back to center...
it will happen...
eventually...
Mother Earth is always willing to wrap
me in her loving arms...
kiss my hurts...
soothe my soul...
sing me to healing with her lullabies...
and i bow my head...
 in gratitude...