friday's song
playing in the sunshine
and trickery with Loki
a red herring–killed with my own knife–
makes for a nice dinner
amidst the curling, fragrant honeysuckle
playing in the sunshine
and trickery with Loki
a red herring–killed with my own knife–
makes for a nice dinner
amidst the curling, fragrant honeysuckle
our eyes met for a moment, we fell deeply in– today i am aflutter.
This morning, I led my second writing workshop at a local homeless shelter. Before I arrived, I chose the following prompt: In the silence I understand… We do 20 minutes of free writing and then share. I found it interesting that one of the women I was working with could hear but didn’t speak. I…
in autumn in the burgeoning light of a new day the songbird eats honeysuckle fruit getting stronger reclaiming gifts she once left behind to share freely in the rain she is cleansed and renewed returning home
“Instructions for living a life. Pay attention. Be astonished. Tell about it.” ~Mary Oliver My recent list of astonishments: The ability of the human heart to overcome hatred and love anyway. The gift of community. Endless shades of orange and red. The way a smile can light up my world. The smell of Seattle rain….
at dusk, hundreds of crows were flying to the southeast in a sky of watermelon juice (and she sent me to see them. go to the front! just go!) at noon, we were eating french pastries and chatting about girl things (she looked at me with those unnervingly wise eyes) this morning, i kissed my…
today at the lake winter is nigh, the trees bare the sun a cold gift