If there is anythingthe magnolia trees would tell us,rain-bowed and resolute,it would be to bloomwhile…
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Today, the sky is a vibrant blue, the trees alight in colors of yellow, orange,…
Last night, as the nearly full moon rose and darkness fell, we slipped outside to see the comet finally lifting above the trees. We could see it dimly above the studio roof, trailing tail a faint white wisp in the moon bright sky. We cut my hydrangeas then, my roses too, first frost in the forecast…
We are walkers of the between,those who move between earth and sky,sun and cloud,water and…
This poem was written last week. Today is moving day for our oldest sonand I…
Even when we experience setbacks,when we feel smalland defeated and forlorn,we can return to center.We…
Last night I was kept awakeby prayers,fragments of gratitudeand connection tumbling throughmy mind and fingertips,the…
I’m delighted to be the Holy Days writer for the We’Moon datebook and We’Moon on…
I stood beneaththe eclipsing moon,the sound of whippoorwillsa chorusrising from damp trees.Thin white cloudsscudded around…
Years ago I dreamedI was walking aroundholding a large signthat said: “path to awakening”upon it.I…