Meditation Variation

Sometimes I fill my coffee mug too full to carry upstairs where I sip as I read dharma So, I stand by the kitchen window hugging the warmth in both hands engaged in coffee-sipping, outdoor-gazing, finger-warming meditation   Photo by Nathan Dumlao courtesy of Unsplash Advertisements

Co-creation

Not written in isolation, this post was inspired by other writers, supported by IT engineers, composed in a house, built by construction workers, wired by electricians Not created independently my ideas are shaped by social context, linked to millennia of wisdom, affected by all who influence me from family to advertisers, and even you, dear … More Co-creation

Living with Intent

Let me learn from the geese who year after year with magnetic migration are pulled to fly with intent along a path that is deeply woven into their DNA In their migrating “V” they change positions to follow or lead, give others a boost, or rest together when weary I often lack such intention to … More Living with Intent

Why Leaves Turn Brown in Autumn: A Taradiddle*

A great green dragon flies over trees Exhales its fiery breath scorching all the leaves * taradiddle (noun) – pretentious nonsense The true origin of taradiddle is unknown, but that doesn’t mean you won’t encounter a lot of balderdash about its history. Some folks try to connect it to the verb diddle (meaning “to cheat”), … More Why Leaves Turn Brown in Autumn: A Taradiddle*

Journey to Heaven

All the way to heaven is heaven itself. –  Zen saying Ah, the journey to heaven has no end no beginning either for that matter It’s the journey itself that makes an imprint with each step Heaven is felt as feet sink in damp grass It borders the path with willows and wildflowers You’ll find … More Journey to Heaven

Wild Turkeys

At dusk, I hurry to writers’ groupdriving along an empty open stretchof a two-laneby the nature center I slow down, though, when I seewhat I soon recognize asa brood of wild turkeys,five little ones bookended by two adults They wattle in a straight lineseeming unaware of potential danger I stop to watch this slow family … More Wild Turkeys

The Perfect Poem

Wanting to write the perfect poem, my inner critic emerges from tangled briars; pulls me into her thorns The only way to escape her is to write Writing a less-than-perfect poem loosens her tangled grip In sunlight I can once again embrace a wholeness that includes my imperfections This poem was inspired by Parker Palmer’s … More The Perfect Poem