A Wild Joy

Maybe I look half-crazed, kneeling down, waiting amid the greenery and dandelions, swaying as I try to focus…just a little closer, without alarming these airy, little creatures who finally seem to pose, appease the mad woman in the leaves; I wait as they dance and alight, swirl together and land, brushing my hand in aContinue reading “A Wild Joy”

The Wide-World

The flowers are springing up, the season of singing birds has come, and the cooing of turtledoves fills the air. —Song of Solomon 2:12 The wide world opens in this lilac-eyed daisy with its glacier white petals and streaks of ice-blue, a treasury of beauty on one single, unassuming bloom, and it awakens this  fieldContinue reading “The Wide-World”


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”

Rain Psalm

He covers the heavens with clouds, provides rain for the earth, and makes the grass grow in mountain pastures. — Psalm 147:8 A hesitant spatter builds  to an open deluge,  our backyard transforms into a temporary  swamp, and the water-  collecting barrels overflow, rivulets running down and over, a casacading reminder of plenty, and IContinue reading “Rain Psalm”


…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”

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”