to the promise
of a new day

shower, etc.
(black boots, black tunic, grey skirt, pink scarf)
(hair up with teardrop silver earrings)

kids to school
to the cafe to work
(triple tall americano with cream.)

red leaves swirling in the icy gale
chatting up the man next to me
in the dark, grey sweater
i tell him it’s the perfect sweater
for a perfectly cold, autumn day
(he agrees)

a friend comes in
bringing a blast of cold air
and the promise of a poem
(she remembered. it was lovely.)

to the school
making applesauce for hungry families
with laughing, singing children
playful service work
and bountiful joy

lunch with a friend
(turkey sandwich.)

back to the cafe to work
(jasmine pearl tea.)
the barista talks about how it’s quiet
(too quiet. he wishes people talked more.)
(i tell him i talk and i like getting inside to the layers beneath.)

so we talk for a bit
i lean in, ask him questions about himself
“what do you do besides work here?”
“nothing, really.”
(note that this could be conversation stopper.)
(but i am indefatigable and i sense he needs the encouragement of light against his being)
“what else? you must do something.”)
“yes,” says he
[insert 20 minutes of what else he does which is all very interesting, benevolent and quite cutting edge]
[he also loves to golf.]
(his name is Patrick.)

i work at my computer for a bit
make a few calls
then go pick up daughter #2 from school
(i am stunned by the new chill in the air. winter is coming.)

back to the cafe
to wait for daughter #1 to get off the bus
(drip coffee.)
i play hangman with daughter #2
and help Patrick with a crossword
(i am thoroughly enjoying my day by now.)

home with the daughters
‘neath dark clouds infused with glimmers of light
to eat dinner
drink red wine
and settle in

as winter closes in around us
(life is deliciously perfect.)


Play [or maybe west is up?]

I’m doing a week of reading deprivation (including e-mail!) as part of the Artist’s Way process. It’s been amazingly good for my creativity and I am learning A LOT about how I spend my time and why. I’ve been doing more of the following life-affirming things:


Here’s to balance!

My (ever-expanding) Joy List

Light through Beauty

Over the past couple of months, I have made a couple of lists of things that make me giddy or bring me joy. Part of my work with conscious creation is to “flip my switch” to raise my vibration. Naming the things that make me feel good and posting them where I can see them reminds me to DO them more often. I’ve found since I began this practice, I not only feel good much of the time but more good things are happening in my life. Here are some of the many things that work for me:

  • Loving in its myriad forms
  • Photography
  • Friendship
  • Flirting
  • Play!
  • Flowers
  • Creating Beauty
  • Writing/Journaling
  • Stomping in mud puddles
  • A delicious cup of coffee
  • Tasting the sweat of a lover (and all that created that sweat)
  • Squishing my toes in mud
  • Word play
  • Being completely goofy and making fart jokes, crazy sounds and faces with my kids (or my friends) until our stomaches hurt from laughing (a/k/a Being SILLY)
  • Watching my children laugh and play with each other.
  • Kissing sticky, PB&J cheeks.
  • Heart connection
  • Soul-merging sex
  • A good hair cut and color
  • Body care
  • Buying art supplies (the thrill of acquisition is a common theme in my life..hmmmmmm)
  • Being alone. I love my own company.
  • Petting a dog (or a person for that matter)
  • Reading ecstatic poetry (including my buddy Walt Whitman), especially out loud to an intimate
  • Savoring a small piece of really good, dark chocolate
  • Making love with a piece of fruit (this isn’t how it sounds. eating fruit is highly erotic and sensual to me)
  • A crisp, clean, new blank journal
  • Moleskin journals. Oh! The flow, the smell, the history….
  • Being in love
  • Listening to the birds sing
  • The smell of spring rain
  • Dancing my ass off
  • Dappled sunlight dancing on the floor, the walls, my naked body…I love the interplay of shadow and light
  • Bare feet in damp grass
  • Cultivating mystery
  • Feeling deep compassion for another soul
  • Singing to an audience
  • Making sand castles
  • Driving with music cranked, bass thumping and windows down
  • Finding beach glass
  • Tumbling in the grass with my kids
  • Riding a horse, bareback and bridle free
  • Climbing trees
  • Dressing up
  • Painting (watercolors especially)
  • Picking wildflowers
  • Smelling and experiencing herbs
  • Puttering in my garden
  • Hiking
  • Moonbathing
  • Having parties “just because”
  • Supporting my friends in achieving their dreams
  • The smell and feel of freshly washed sheets
  • The smell of newly mown grass (oh yes, I do love that)
  • The smell of a lover
  • The way tequila feels in my body. I am fire.
  • Plunging my tongue deeply into the experience of Life and tasting all the flavors.