As I savor the feel Of the radiating warmth From the the flow of  Electricity that I often Take for granted   I think of the  Women of Palestine As they arise in the cold to labor each day As a rock in the river  Of genocide that sweeps away  Their children  Lovers, husbands, sons,… Read More

I want a poem with legs To walk around this great big world, Striding over and into  Many places, cultures and times And Into the hearthstone of my  Beloved fellow travelers   I want a poem that can pour a cuppa And gently warm pairs of cold hands Offering comforts for  the anxious movements and… Read More

Poem Read More

Our Garden You, the ruthless pruner, who fears not the bend of limb and tearing of tissue Somehow reflect a greater faith in the Divine plan and the blooming of Life.   Me, the timid intruder, who observes and reveres the struggle to survive- Ever too aware of the pain and trials of growth and… Read More

                                 1 Somehow I landed pet sitting/housesitting gig On my river Sweetest of elder dogs A month of easy income And re-focus on my own Life essence in the body Then the world shook With tremors at first Then waves… Read More

Awaken to the Dream Long before we are birthed to this life, to these bodies,  someone dreams us into existence. These ethereal threads that are woven throughout our life hold the patterns,  warp and weave of the holy meaning to our days and nights. When the sacred spinning, the endless calling that  finally finds voice… Read More

Blossoming                    What are you doing, now? He asked me peering up with my line of sight. I am giving the wisteria a standing ovation! As he shakes his head my heart pulls toward admiring the purple tresses of the vine- so stunning, arresting in their  delicate… Read More

I’m a planner.  Like to have all  Potentialities acknowledged, Surveyed, and appropriate Responses in hand and heart.   So growing up I  Knew I was a teacher. The evolution of  Who I was teaching all  Neatly corralled in the Pen of possibility I  Keep stocked with vigilance   My storybook love With a soul mate,… Read More

Anne She was a quiet girl, soft of face soft of movement, and her long brown hair often curtained her eyes so as to be soft of broadcasting feelings. Both of us were novitiates to the  buzzing tech-worshipping work world where we met. We hit it off, mostly  because at age 18,   we knew… Read More

So I am thinking… I need to look at everything in this house that holds 31 years of marriage and two grown children’s archives, and ask this 51 year old almost single self what do you need? Which books of 5 full book cases do you have to have near you? Which wall hanging/photos are… Read More