lincoln park haiku
breeze blows in languid summer
lying in sunlight
leaves fall from Madrona tree
Today’s word comes from the gorgeous book, Dreaming My Animal Selves by Hélène Cardona which, incidentally I never would have found without the magic of the internet. I’m so glad I did because it’s a glorious book of poetry. The word I chose randomly is whimsical! Yay! I am not sure whimsy ever got squeezed out…
It is such a misguided notion to believe there is any other place to be but this one– the sweet smell of rain (the droplets falling on the very paper on which I was writing this), surrounded by poetry. A church bell chimes nearby and machines whirrrrrr all around me. The cacophony of seagulls crying…
Outside there is a thin wind flirting with the trees it has teased the curtains into dancing; I keep time in my head. Memorizing the seasons, I touch things as if my fingers will learn them again; weary of explanations, at mid-life I am more comfortable with the truth. Outside, the mountain ash hangs heavy…
“The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious.” ~Albert Einstein What if every “wrong turn” and “mistake” were really the building blocks of your greatest success? What if every step “off the path” was the moment of perfection that was steering you to your destiny? Sometimes we can only see the grace in…