Dawn Rising

“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”


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”


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”


…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”


 “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”

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”