Returning from Mexico

Last week I listened to the music of tropical birds wind through jungle foliage splashing surf and a mariachi band Back home I listen to the music of purring cats humming from the furnace crunching snow and a Spotify collection Travel broadens the mind Returning deepens appreciation for home Top photo taken in Riviera Maya, … More Returning from Mexico

Persephone Handiwork

We returned at midnight, a Hawthorne in the headlights greeted us at the garage; the rest of the yard in darkness Only after awakening to the May morning light did I see Persephone’s handiwork accomplished during my absence The ankle-high fiddle heads I’d left behind had grown to thigh-high ferns, ground cover green before I’d … More Persephone Handiwork

Cupcakes in a Jam

She was already late. Some wreck on the highway had cars piled up for miles. Leslie was driving Amy to the airport for no reason other than she didn’t know how to say no to her friend’s request. Amy’s third grader fidgeted in the back seat as they sat at a standstill in traffic. Silence … More Cupcakes in a Jam

Windfalls

When the road traveled is covered with silent snow, finding the path to follow is buried in uncertainty. Who knows? Perhaps the journey may take a turn, leading to windfalls of winter. Candid photo taken in Firefighters Park in Troy, MI USA

Come With Me

I am stumbling toward something real Come with me, come with me We’ll touch the wild flame before it is consumed Listen with attention to fluttering hummingbird heartbeats We do not exist in separate universes We are fragments of the same whole Accessible only in the immediate moment Let’s stumble toward something real together Come … More Come With Me

Venture

As Dogen said, to attain the Way is merely ‘to put one’s head through a gate.’ There is a path beyond the door.  It must be stepped through.  ~  Henry Shukman Before I can walk my path, the path unique to me I must leave the safety of going around in circles Inside the fence … More Venture

Nebraska

After Lincoln, we traveled through miles of brindled beige landscape. With only 60 miles left of fuel, 235 miles left to Denver and no town on the horizon, we pulled off the highway for gas at a lone station in the midst of corn fields. She cleaned the windshield while I started the pump. Leaning … More Nebraska

Good Fortune in Itaewon

The scrimshaw in the shop window caught the attention of an American couple getting off a tourist bus in Itaewon. A small woman with a large smile, greeted them with a bow at the shop’s door. “Good morning. Welcome.” They bowed return greetings and began their explorations. He wandered toward the cabinets adorned with inlaid mother-of-pearl … More Good Fortune in Itaewon