You.
You.
You.
You have loved me
like mountains do …
Category: Scribblings
Poetry, Prose & Everyday Musings
A tall glass of the gold stuff…
Each of us — trust me — has a little Light to give away… The trick is to shine it where it’s wanted. Thirty-four years now I’ve wandered this planet, and oh, how many days I’ve wasted, showering sunshine on those who wanted rain. Smoothing out the path for people who wanted to climb some […]
the unflinching honesty of fresh snow…
I go out walking in the white — shocked, as always, at how it erases what came Before… And how it reveals whatever came After. On its clean slate, I can see clearly the crease made by the wing of a low-flying bird. The tracks of even the most soft-footed fox. The bullethole of each […]
Flashback: An Invitation to Look Again …
Just over a year ago, I posted this little story. I stumbled across it again yesterday, and it still feels thick with magic, mystery, and fearless everyday wonder. Enjoy, friends … * This is how it happens: I am out shopping, late Sunday afternoon, when I see on the shelves a little oval mirror that hangs […]
the imperfectionist’s prayer
oh, Lord, leave me …
… undone.
heal me, but don’t –
(forgive me
for saying it) …
Runes …
I almost miss the magic today. It’s cold — great gusts of wind tearing through the clouds, tossing the treetops. Even in my down parka, I’m shivering. But I go out anyway. I walk down to the woods. Tramp through the brush for an hour, trying to catch a little beauty through the viewfinder. But […]
2015, in Five Favorite Posts: a Year in Review
Moment of honesty? For me, 2015 was a disorienting 365 days — full of deep heartache and astounding joy… I lost. I lost a lot. I lost relationships and social circles and beliefs I thought I was destined to keep, and yet somehow, I gained a hundred times that in new friends, new opportunities, rich community, and more […]
the self-confidence of sunlight …
The morning sun presses into the room without waiting to be invited. It does not knock, or use a door, or worry whether it will be welcomed. It simply pushes in, through each crack and hole and opening, as if it already knows that it belongs… …And so it does. ❤
Good words for a new year …
Three-hundred-sixty-five days ago, I found myself pondering this little poem by E.E. Cummings… And it took me longer than I wanted to understand the words — to unclench my white-knuckled fists — but I’ll tell you: In 2015, my empty hands were filled. Oh, friends… today, I’m wishing you the courage to let go […]
Good Words for Thanksgiving …
Today, as so many of us here in the States board planes or toss bags into cars to rush home for the Thanksgiving holiday, I thought I’d share this little snatch of a poem from Mary Oliver. Somehow it just seems right: Happy Thanksgiving, friends … Today I’m wishing you a little space to draw a […]
