Monday, November 29, 2010

letting go the stones

i forgot for awhile

that life is a gift

i lost faith

in the miracle of each breath

my soul was darkened

to gifts of love and laughter

“even in laughter the heart is sorrowful”

these walls of pain

would not be breached

they stood impenetrable, unbroken

by flesh or Spirit

yet i kept building

heavy stones weighing me down

beneath the stormy waters.

but i have had enough of drowning,

at least for today

and today is all i have

so i am letting go the stones

of grief and doubt

casting them into the waters

floating up

to grasp the hand of the One

who upholds my head

and fills my darkened soul

with love and light and


Sunday, November 28, 2010

Everybody needs beauty as well as bread, 
places to play in and pray in, 
where nature may heal and give strength 
to body and soul. 
John Muir 

  abstract in water, sky, and stone

crimson-dipped jasmine

ivy impressionism

and a message of love in craggy bark

Saturday, November 27, 2010

post-thanksgiving randomness

the skies are satisfyingly grey and the weather mildly cool. i've been taking a few photos, reading breakfast at tiffany's (which i snatched from my sister's house on thanksgiving day), wondering if i have the energy or motivation to bake a batch of cinnamon bread, contemplating a walk with the family (and the dog, of course.) 

all things considered, not a bad way to spend the saturday after thanksgiving...

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

giving thanks

"At times our own light goes out and is rekindled by a spark from another person. Each of us has cause to think with deep gratitude of those who have lighted the flame within us."
—Albert Schweitzer

I am thankful on this day before Thanksgiving, for all of the people who have reached out to me during a dark and weary time with my illness. When my light went out, you let me borrow yours - through your words, your thoughts, your prayers, your love. I am so grateful...

Monday, November 22, 2010

the light shines in the darkness
and the darkness has not overcome it
—john 1:5

Thursday, November 18, 2010

quiet pursuits at end of day

the lowering sun is skimming and shimmering
in eddies and wavelets, in
flashing diamonds and molten silver
as the resident waterfowl forage along grassy banks,
plumping feathers in end of day warmth,
chuckle quietly
and settle into night.

(linking with imperfect prose)

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

this is what you do for me...

If instead of a gem, or even a flower, 
we should cast the gift of a loving thought 
into the heart of a friend, that would be giving 
as the angels give. 

Monday, November 15, 2010

... some days even my lucky rocketship underpants don't help.
— Calvin, courtesy of Bill Watterson

Sunday, November 14, 2010

is it Christmas yet?

i know it's snowing somewhere,

but here the weather is balmy

and my birthday presents

are making me think of

holiday cheer

Friday, November 12, 2010

light through the slash pines

light through the slash pines

twining limbs seek the heavens

my heart follows them

(for more haiku, visit recuerda mi corazon)

Wednesday, November 10, 2010


something went wrong with the flash,
and this is how iPhoto chose to "enhance" 
a photo of goofy, happy, family fun.
i love it.

Monday, November 8, 2010

rules are made to be broken...

I really did make my bed this morning. At least I thought I did until I came in and found the pillows strangely disarrayed...

and then I found this...

and this...

and this.

One basenji's idea of how to spend a chilly November morning.

Would you believe I used to have a "no pets allowed on the bed" rule?

(I refer you to the title of this post for the basenji credo...)

Sunday, November 7, 2010

giving thanks

winding, light-filled path,

silver scattered, strewn with gold

drawing me onward

thankful today for:

goodness and mercy along the way

a visit with my favorite uncle

brisk, bright, breezy days

surprise bouquets

warm boots

Saturday, November 6, 2010

blue skies and english tea

The rain has blown through, leaving us with a cool, breezy, sunny day. I dug out my warm socks, wool sweaters, and fuzzy slippers, and now I'm sitting here remembering yesterday's walk and sipping English Breakfast tea and being grateful for this moment of peace and comfort.

Thursday, November 4, 2010

some days

some days
i don't want to be broken clay
i want to be a strong useful vessel

some days
i don't want to be a smouldering wick
i want to be a flame

some days
i don't want to be a bruised reed
i want to be healthy and whole

some days
i don't want to be grace under fire
i just want the fire
to go out

linking to imperfect prose

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

eyes to see

do you think they wonder

why the sky is blue?

or do they simply


Monday, November 1, 2010

winter in florida

Flowers appear on the earth;

the season of singing has come,

the cooing of doves

is heard in our land.

— Song of Songs 2:12