Nature
Fly Away
a robin
flew into the window
and fell
birds do that sometimes
knock themselves out
shake it off
fly away
this one...
Just a Nice Day
The ocean has always been soothing to me. Somehow the surf, the salt spray, the pelicans skimming the blueness, gulls torpedoing in for dinner, the grit in my toes, the abundance invisible beneath the surface, the sheer, vast, power of the sea call me home to myself. I crave, no I need, the sea and seek out beaches as I travel.
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Freedom
The heavens opened with a gift that sent almost all of us on the Kenai roads off the road. “Rainbow!” I yelped to Keesha and swerved off to the side of the road. “Wow. A full, double rainbow! Two of them!” Every car on the road stopped to gape open-jawed at the beauty before us. Read the rest of this entry »
Writing Poetry Again – New Growth
Last weekend, I led a retreat for a group of women from my home town church, First Unitarian Universalist church. Our theme was Creativity as a Healing Path. As the women explored creativity, I found myself confronting stress accumulated from work that simply did not feed my soul and the weariness of business travel. A friend who gave me a short massage asked if I had whiplash my neck was so tight.
I couldn't begin to explore my creativity feeling like this. So I did what I know helps. A long walk in the forest. A good cry. A few conversations with trees and what ever animal swoops in. When I returned the retreat center, I wrote this poem, the first I've done in a long time. Read the rest of this entry »
I couldn't begin to explore my creativity feeling like this. So I did what I know helps. A long walk in the forest. A good cry. A few conversations with trees and what ever animal swoops in. When I returned the retreat center, I wrote this poem, the first I've done in a long time. Read the rest of this entry »
Old Friends
I wrote this in 2001, after my best friend Duncan - the shepherd-husky-hound, Chicago street pup - left this earth, We think we will remember and you know, we do. Or I do. I still miss her. I offer this to all of you who've lost a four-legged loved one. Read the rest of this entry »



