to blossom
from heart center
requires light
space
breath~
a gentle intention and
simple willingness
to allow
true essence to emerge
petal by golden, glowing
petal
blossoming heart
For a New Year
Landscapes
Landscapes Feathery mauve clouds brush cobalt sky fade to plum and charcoal wisps a living watercolor while bare branches etch a November horizon tree tips fluttering in the mildest of breezes the trunks solid, holding, quiet. Then a spark bursts— flames quivering and spreading unmatched by a river the abandoned ocean watercolor skies. External …
The Holidays in Overdrive (Same Day in a 500 ft. Radius)
Santa tripped over jack-o-lantern bags trying to arrive before Tom Turkey… and was flumoxed by the tree in a holiday tangle of Halloween and Christmas twinkly lights, circling Easter bunnies, and one lonely, garish Easter egg and wondered…is there ever a day that’s not a holiday? Mt. Philo Rd., November 13th
John O’Donohue’s beauty and wisdom.
lighting the clouds The human heart continues to dream of a state of wholeness, a place where everything comes together, where loss will be made good, where blindness will be transformed into vision, where damage will be made whole, where the clenched question will open in the house of surprise, where the travails …
Today’s Catch
Today was one of the last comfortable days to bike in Vermont. There was a ”winter-is-coming” chill still penetrable by the sun. I headed out for two hours on my beater bike with doubled-up pants, three shirt-coat layers, fingerless gloves and a camera. While many trees are starkly bare or have lingering fringes or patches, others are fully …
To Be Heard – The Documentary
http://www.vtiff.org/films/to-be-heardThe following is taken from the link (emphasis added): “To Be Heard is the story of three teens from the South Bronx whose struggle to change their lives begins when they start to write poetry. As writing and reciting become vehicles for the expression of love, friendship, frustration, and hope, we watch them emerge …
Splitting the Sky
Drink in beauty. From the time it takes to leave a building and walk through a pot-holed parking lot, the sky can unfold in bands and dabs of color, an adjacent river can sing in rushes and flows over rocks, and every “next task” can melt away into the opening, the opportunity to be refreshed by the simple elegance of nature.
A Life Once Inhabited: Reflections on Alzheimer’s
layers of clouds When I walk into my mother’s living room, the furniture arranged as it has been for decades, she hears my footsteps before she sees me. Peering around the top wing of her recliner, her eyes widen in surprise, inquiry, an edge of fear. She is unsure, quizzical. I pace …