“Morning without you is a dwindled dawn.” — Emily Dickinson I’d share an orange sorbet sunrise with you at 16 or 82, like this cool, mellow morning — what a privilege to see so many day-beginnings with your kindness beside me, blue sky & clouds rising, a path before us, another excursion of our ongoing,Continue reading “Dawn Rising”
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Carefree
Remember when summer tasted like fresh grass blades, the kind you chewed as you walked, face up to gather the sun, when late afternoon held the aroma of rain, and watermelon was salted and eaten on a tailgate, when June felt like freedom, freewheeling down the sidewalk on your bike or skipping your Lemon Twister,Continue reading “Carefree”
Present
Blessed are they who see beautiful things in humble places where other people see nothing. – Camille Pissarro Tiny bouquets at my feet, just when I need them, these leaf-wrapped offerings from nature await, but to enjoy this miniature gift of beauty, I must be willing to do something extraordinary — stop, bend down, holdContinue reading “Present”
Well-worn Shoes
We amble, toss questions to each other, consider future plans — travel & leisure, family gatherings, friend trips — and our pace is slowing as we reminisce about past adventures, a life- time of loving each other, and I think we are like well-worn shoes, and however unromantic that may sound, I think there isContinue reading “Well-worn Shoes”
Imagine
…because when you are imagining, you might as well imagine something worth while…” ― L.M. Montgomery We have walked by this same corner along this same trek so many times before, but today it became whimsical when a little friend seemed to pause and look back before going up a winding staircase, and so our Continue reading “Imagine”
Pilgrimage
“Not all those who wander are lost” ~ J.R.R. Tolkien Shafts of light in hazy rays dance inside the shaded little patio garden, warming sun falls fully on tiles of sapphire and terracotta marking the way to a welcoming table, and I am enamored by the little path through a faded turquoise gate into theContinue reading “Pilgrimage”
Notes of Santa Fe
The bells began, the clouds rolled in, the rain-cooled breezes moved along the adobe walls, drifting around, swirling down through the sprawling conifers, and everything seemed to pause, accept this moment’s reprieve from the high-noon sun, and we found a bench, surrendered ourselves to contemplation, heeding the notes of peace in the rhythmic ways ofContinue reading “Notes of Santa Fe”
What Survives
But as for me, I will sing about Your power. Each morning I will sing with joy about your unfailing love. For you have been my refuge, a place of safety when I am in distress. — Psalm 59:16 A bloom exists, willing to share beauty within the barriers given, even in limitations or attemptsContinue reading “What Survives”
Silent Conversation
“With a bound, the sun of a molten fiery red came above the horizon, and immediately thousands of little birds sang out for joy, and a soft chorus of mysterious, glad murmurs came forth from the earth; the low whispering wind left its hiding-place among the clefts and hollows of the hills, and wandered amongContinue reading “Silent Conversation”
Evening Walk
Her heart was made of liquid sunsets. —Virginia Woolf Just a jaunt around our neighborhood, no need to rush, no push to get our heart rate up, so we amble around one corner and the next, pass the schoolyard where we stop for one photo, the clouds accentuated by the sun now low in theContinue reading “Evening Walk”
Poetic Meanderings 