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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 these things too. What I don’t often think of is how totally dependent I was as a child on my...
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. Whisper of gratitude, peace within, endless hope, why not? eyes on the unseen. I fumble with the dog leash, but it’s too late. Four feet expands into twelve and Fannie is over zealously greeting the Newspaper Man. “I’m so...
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...
A New Place

A New Place

I found a spot all to myself. To be alone. All by myself. A place to listen to the water against the rocks, where overhead, gulls fly at ease with the wind. A place to myself. To be quiet. A place to hear the Voice of the Wind speaking the Words that for too long my...
Morning Offering

Morning Offering

Morning’s first song, evening’s final call, winged creatures, colors painted into trees, starkly outlined or mere smudges, streaks of sapphire, orange bursts of breasts. Their songs, symphonic reeds, trills waking us at daybreak, our 5:00 a.m. alarm. Or...
Rainy Windy Day

Rainy Windy Day

I open my eyes and wonder what words await while the sound of raindrops landing on the porch bannister become more apparent. The open umbrella left to dry billows like a chest taking in air. I inhale, exhaling as the truck idling beside the sidewalk out front pulls...

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