Do you know those times when you have something to say but can’t find the words? When what you are sensing feels expansive, yet your words barely cover the edges? Like a sheet that doesn’t reach your feet. Yes. Me too. And I don’t think this concerns a lack of vocabulary. T S Eliot discerned […]
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At the turning of the seasons
Yesterday, I stood for a while by the end of the lake. Just watching. The swan’s flight to land close by was so graceful. However, I’m still not sure whether this is to check me out with friendly curiosity or warn me off. And I mused on this threshold we are traversing. Real in the […]
The beautiful fruits of autumn
I’ve watched this particular fungus for weeks and am surprised by its longevity. It seems to be just out of harm’s way… FRUITS OF AUTUMN Nestled on a mossy bed,sheltered by overhanging roots,this fungus is not alone. No nibbling feast,nor landing for feet,slow, undisturbed growth. Autumn’s abundance andthreads of connection.This fungus is not alone. + […]
Midweek Pause for Peace – being a poet of peace
What does a peace poet look like? And how do they sound? Are they speaking out, or is their role to reflect and draw us into a different place? One we wouldn’t approach except in their company. One thing I do suspect is that they wouldn’t sell us binary answers wrapped in simplistically charged language. […]
Have you noticed the question?
It’s easy to assume we’re asking the same question because we’re using similar words and facing similar issues. Yet, if we listen more closely, we may notice the difference. Nuances that indicate we may not be asking the same thing. Take the simple ‘How do we get from A to B?’ I can think of […]
On the first frost
Dew on the ground is magical. Whole worlds are captured in each drop. Yet a few degrees colder at night and frost offers us a different world entirely. The cast on the landscape shifts from light sparkling reflections to a silvery pall that evaporates more rapidly as the sun strides across the hillside. A few […]
We don’t have to walk on our own
Today, I simply want to appreciate walking companions. For many years I thought I was walking on my own. For a whole raft of reasons, I couldn’t see the others. Yet, they were always there if I had only paused and looked around. OK, they don’t necessarily look like us or sound like us. So […]
How do we want to be remembered?
I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.’ + Maya Angelou in conversation with Brené Brown
