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Rough Terrain

Rough Terrain

Amidst the rough terrain, against the winds, through stormy days you bloom. Dry earth and sand and rock your bed, your splendor surpassing. Now rest, as Sun reigns in Light. Rain, like oil, anoints your fragile buds yet unseen, contents your roots beneath the earth....
For This I Will Labor

For This I Will Labor

I am moving into my first fall without the burden of balancing numbers. My calendar is open and what I fill it with will be determined by how I am filled. I will ask for good balance as I begin what I used to call a new fiscal year, I have entered a new dance and I am...
Childlike

Childlike

A child has eyes for surprise. Innocent. Imaginative. Free-spirited. I think of these. Apple trees and cornfields. A big red barn. Double Dutch and Four Square. I think of things these things too. What I don’t often think of is how totally dependent I was as a child...
Encircling Us In Starlight

Encircling Us In Starlight

As the unexpected complexities of these days sometimes leave me in a daze As I listen to the stories of lives so young, so old, in overwhelming isolation As I think of not being able to hold a loved one’s hand or let my eyes rest on the final beat of that heart I...
Days of Small Moments

Days of Small Moments

I love clothes. I do. If you know me you know that. And if you don’t, now you do. But these days I wear my favorite jeans, T-shirt or hoodie. So, for a change, I decided to wear a dress and a wide-brimmed hat on my walk. I’m trying to wake up the creative gene,...
Saturday Space

Saturday Space

There is a group of people sitting on my rock by the water. It’s not really mine, I can’t claim it, I can’t ask them to move, so I move to what I can claim. Another Rock. A new spot A new space. And I need it because, well, I just do. I am reminded that I need to put...
Page by Page

Page by Page

June 26, 2013. I had started writing that spring, writing down Dad’s stories. I didn’t know then that they would one day become a book. I had no plan for that. I had no idea. It unfolded, one day at a time, page by page. Our time together at the cabin on Washington...
Morning Exchange

Morning Exchange

Early Morning. Silent streets. Sweet hush. New day. Whisper of gratitude, peace within, endless hope, why not?, eyes on the unseen. I fumble with the leash but it’s too late. Four feet expands into 12 and she’s over zealously greeting the Newspaper Man. “I’m so...
Second Chances

Second Chances

Rain. The heavens poured out on all living things, bringing buds and blooms, new growth. If you look carefully, there is a promise to be found in all this…all things made new. All things. Stubborn, broken hearts. All things. New. Things from the past that keep...
Scattered Pieces of Faith

Scattered Pieces of Faith

Shallow faith didn’t prompt the woman to walk headfirst into a crowd that had already rejected her. She believed. I believe the reputation of the good work being done in our communities will increase not decrease, but it’s another day of overwhelming. Overwhelming...

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