Breathing Rhythm

They lean in, nestled down in thicket meant to protect; you would miss them, walk right past them, if not attentive, to these gentle creatures  who pause and wonder why we rush past when we are meant to linger, to sway like trees, to lean in like deer, to stay in the shaded pathway andContinue reading “Breathing Rhythm”

Where Did the Slow Go?

Why is this October almost over? I’ve just begun to sink into this falling month, when sunset comes with dinner, when the moon beckons us to look up and look far, when the wind  turns in from the north, whispers stories  through leaves, when life is supposed  to slow, allow us to gather up parts Continue reading “Where Did the Slow Go?”

Extremes

We cleaned gutters yesterday — pulled pine and cypress needles from the long trays in anticipation  of a coming north-wind storm. It was 90 degrees, but this morning is projected to bring the first drops of ice and rain, following with inches of snow during the next few days.   Such fast change.  I feelContinue reading “Extremes”

Being Still

“But these are flowers that fly and all but sing…” — Robert Frost I often catch the movement  above me as I walk along  the garden’s edge, and I know,  if I am patient, one will alight  near enough to see. I thought  the cold winds from a few days  past had called and liftedContinue reading “Being Still”