Just a Blog Away: Fishermen and Poets

There is so much creativity and wonder out there in the blogging world and I need to grab more of it in 2018.  That’s one of my goals for the new year. I don’t make resolutions because resolutions are notoriously bad at holding up over time. Goals, though, are doable. Specific. They can be tracked…

November Days of Gratitude: The Camera in My Pocket

My Visual Evolution Images used to rattle around in my brain. I’d take great pains to collect them like seashells or pebbles from the beach, clenched fingers holding tight, spilling some here or there, trying to remember and savor all I’d seen. Back then, a bulky camera would weigh down my shoulders; few images would…

November Days of Gratitude: Friendship

November 7th: At the risk of being too gushy — or wordy — today I am grateful for friendship and for the role of social media, particularly Facebook. I know FB has its many faults and those anger me along with the rest of you, but hear me out. While FB hasn’t done much for…

November Days of Gratitude: Pieces of Your Heart

They walk around the world In their torn jeans, wearing flip flops, ponytails and home-done manicures. Not children any longer, their days and dreams grow, take them farther from home. Still, though, a rapid-fire response, fierce protection of any slight, day or night — can trigger out from my spirit, like darts being thrown in…

When the Moon Blocks Out the Sun: through the eyes of 7th graders

Looking at my blog over the last month, you can tell EXACTLY when school started. My daily posts have come to a stop. My middle school life has taken over, and there isn’t much room for anything else. In the language of high tech, I don’t have enough bandwidth. Suddenly my lazy mornings are squeezed…

It takes two to tango: the wisdom of 21 years together

  When the magic fades and the gray hair grows in When the lines at the corners of My smiling eyes Set in . . . When the shadows fall with a setting sun And specks of light and joy peek through, I will forever be grateful For the day I married you. It’s my…

“Give me your worries, Child” Letting Go — and Grace

  Give me your worries, Child Drop them, one by one, into my cupped hands. Name them, call them out for all the worry they’ve thrashed about in your tiny heart. Give me your worries, Child; Each one will rest in my care, Relax your heart from the wear and tear. I will hold each…

Musings at Night

Night  Be still says the brain But the heart can’t stop Spinning its secrets Blue knots of worry Each one tethered to bollards That won’t budge for rest Untangling knot twists One by one, each loosening A tight grip — to sleep.