“Do not be what you think you should be.”
Be who you really are.
Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself. They come through you but not from you, And though they are with you yet they belong not to you. You may give them your love but...
In the library of my home I spend hours digging and searching as if a book or even a final sentence will give me what it is I hope to find. Some days books are sorted by category: … Parenting Poetry Spanish Spiritual … Other days, when the...
The river is famous to the fish. The loud voice is famous to silence, which knew it would inherit the earth before anybody said so. The cat sleeping on the fence is famous to the birds watching him from the birdhouse. The tear is famous,...
It is difficult to know what to do with so much happiness. With sadness there is something to rub against, a wound to tend with lotion and cloth. When the world falls in around you, you have pieces to pick up, something to hold in your hands,...
I am a seed in the feeder. Though there are thousands – each of us with our striped backs, crisp coats and fatty filling – on this particular day, this sparrow chose me. Was it the blackness of my shell or the fragrant oil that...
Today I am asked to witness Those around me that I am not: The shiny black coat of my pet Cat moves towards me on all fours. Nuthatches and finches shift From branches to feeder, Fence to ground. The crunch of a dried leaf. The...
It is a morning where even sunlight is too tired to wake. Not quite dawn, he tucks his bright sun-face behind the sheets of clouds as if masking himself from his duties of his endless days. It is a morning where I now decide I would have...
Each morning we rise the same way. Our footsteps tiptoe along damp floorboards Careful not to walk too loudly As to please the one that wipes the dust left from days before. We take these tired feet into the world Cover them with straps,...
Look again at that dot. That’s here. That’s home. That’s us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and...
Sometimes, when a bird cries out, Or the wind sweeps through a tree, Or a dog howls in a far off farm, I hold still and listen a long time. My soul turns and goes back to the place Where, a thousand forgotten years ago, The bird and the...
an email response
a bill to pay
a friend awaiting a call
the blinking of messages and alerts all mixed into a swarm of more obligations
a pile of laundry to transfer into rooms
another bundle to dry
dishes to unload then load again
a counter to wipe, spilled drinks, crumbles of meals
Your children plan their own education,
like it or not.
You must learn to cooperate within that plan.
If they are drawing,
they become artists.Read More
I wore a white dress lined with lace. My hair was pinned with curls. Spring daffodils and alstroemeria, stock and freesia spilled from my fingers. A guitar was finger-picked as I walked down the steps of a redwood grove in the crook of my grandfather’s arm. The man I promised to love, his eyes were pools of devotion, hope and joy. It was one of the most memorable days of my life. And we cried. We made promises. We exchanged bands secured tightly to the ring fingers of our left hands. We sealed our love with a kiss. Open hearts witnessing our promises cheered. Then we danced.Read More
today i harvest cilantro from my garden
kale and basil too
these flowering vegetables, herbs, just weeks ago
buried beneath the earth
i think of the soil
the nurturing required to care for such miraclesRead More
They felt a final push. Ours ended
with the sharp cut of a blade.
Their baby felt the constriction
of their mother’s deepening canal.Read More
Some keep the Sabbath going to Church –
I keep it, staying at Home –
With a Bobolink for a Chorister
And an Orchard, for a Dome –
There comes a time when one realizes the cage was unlocked all along. Learn More