Oh Gray, you ancient pigmentof cave drawings and mammoths,you steel our nerves, yet give us room to playwithin the vast grayscale of your nature Oh Gray, you are fluidity between two absolutesyou negotiate compromise between black and whiteyou are a subtle mixture of time’s shadows,ominous as much as you are easily overlooked You’ve the strength … More Ode to Gray
I know I’m alive when sweet spring hawthorn scents my doorwayI know I’m alive when French silk pie lingers on my tongueI know I’m alive when I slide between cool laundered sheetsI know I’m alive when movement of shadows change with the sunI know I’m alive when Clapton blues dance my feetI know I’m alive … More I’m Alive
Bare limbs seek the sun yearning to leave like fruit trees on the street Reaching down with shadow roots pulling warmth from sun and soil Photo taken last week from my front yard in Troy, MI
While plunked down in stillness when I want to keep moving I find it’s a grand time to remind myself to notice the layers and layers of now Like the lawns flocked with shadows, clouds covering clouds, and maybe the crescendo of katydid calls all harmonizing in complex moments with my heartbeat and my breath … More As We Wait
An email message titled “If you were God what universe would you create?” arrived in my inbox today The question made me smile I am a god and I do create my universe Everyone is a god in my opinion creating a unique universe How could it be otherwise? Each have unique backgrounds Each have … More If You Were God…
In the dark familiar things become unrecognizable while what usually goes unnoticed becomes obvious, essential like snuggling in the dark when touch of skin, scent of affection, become your sensory guides In the quiet darkness calls to whispers if words are ever shared Darkness snuggles with the quiet, through shadows of long nights touching her … More Solstice Souls
So often car trips are sprinkled with back seat travelers asking, “Are we there yet?” In our family the running joke to answer that question was always, “We’re here now.” Of course that didn’t answer the essence of the question about the destination, but did emphasize the value of the journey. I took this photo … More Are We There Yet?
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
Summer says… “I give you barefoot walks on dewy morning grass. I give you pink hibiscus blooming large as dinner plates. I give you ripe cherries that stain your fingers crimson. I give you dancing shadows as wind blows full-leaved trees. I give you lingering daylight to warm your upturned face.” Happy Summer … More Summer Solstice
“I give you barefoot walks on dewy morning grass. I give you pink hibiscus blooming large as dinner plates. I give you ripe cherries that stain your fingers crimson. I give you dancing shadows as wind blows full-leaved trees. I give you lingering daylight to warm your upturned face.” Photo is an original by … More Summer Says…
Wind Rush 