Where Hummingbirds Pause

Flanked by maples, oaks and pines My house of memories Stands poised in anecdotal reflection.   Guests come, and gone, Who sat upon the faux red leather chairs Surrounding the square wood table.   Laughter, tears, Heated conversations – Games of chance and fortune, Skill, and a dash of luck.   Visitors remarking at the…

Listen

Listen, Before the day in all its sunlit energy bursts through the shuttered windows. Listen, As the hummingbirds, sparrows and robins converse about issues in the ‘hood.’ Listen, As the gentle morning breeze waltzes with the trees. Listen, As the red geraniums share their sensory delight, Grounding to the earth. Listen, To the melody of pine,…

Pink, A Poem

This poem found me today by way of walking to the grocery store, instead of driving, and through Mary Oliver’s poem: Humility “Poems arrive ready to begin. Poets are only the transportation.” She spoke to me of pink – The day unfurling like her, One petal at a time. Reminding me of candles On my…

Heron Wisdom

Balanced, Sentry like At the waters edge; Grounded, calm, still. Earth holds you Elegant wise bird Of the marshland. Watchful of opportunities, Regal wings graciously Frame your reed like body – Embracing power and air In flight. If I pause, and watch, Can I breathe in your qualities?

Party in a Bowl

In February, 2017, I had the pleasure of participating on a yoga retreat with 8 limbs yoga at Haramara Retreat in Sayulita, Mexico. Every other night, water ‘disappeared’ from a beautiful clay bowl placed on the path just above our casita. This poem flows from that time. Enjoy. Daily, the light brown clay bowl on the path…

Cherry Blossoms

“Your poems are like sketches,” remarked a friend the other day. If I could sketch the way this blossom makes me feel, with words, that would be truly magnificent. Her petals unfurling in the spring air light my soul with a smile. Childhood memories surface: summer forts, my backyard home, hours of pretend in the…

Conversation with Owl in Paris, March 2017

Owl is my word for the year. She chose me. Soulstrolling the streets of Paris last week, Owl appeared often: hanging as a backpack in the shop window on Rue Mouffetard, on a magnet in a tourist shop, at the Brocante Antique fair outside Paris (Foire de Chatou), and peering out through an art gallery…

Haramara Goddess – Conversation with a Statue

This is how it happened: Statues began speaking to me a few years ago. It’s been a process, this paying attention to art. The nudge I feel within to slow down, pause, listen. “What would you like to talk about? What do you have to say? Would you like to converse?” Are the types of…

Come to the Waters Edge

Come to the waters edge.  Stand still on the plank of the pier. Cast your eyes over the horizon. Weeping willow at your back holds the waterflow of pent up tears. Sorrow, anger, disappointment, a longing for justice. She hears your wondering and questions. Allow us to hold you. Air, water, clouds, sky. Mallard  swims…

Face Frolicking

The final day of March is drawing near, which means we’re closing in on the end of 31 Days of SoulStrolling prompts. Please let us know if you’ve been pondering and playing along with us! Here’s a poem for today’s prompt #smile: You are good for my soul, lingering about at the edge of my lips, occasionally…

Open your heart to the World

#open is our prompt of the day at 31 Days of SoulStrolling.  I have a propensity toward opening my heart to inanimate objects, to see what they might have to say. Much like an artist paints still life, so I engage in conversation. When I open my heart to the world, even in the midst…

Dwelling in Possibility

“I dwell in possibility.” Emily Dickinson #possibility is our prompt today at 31 Days of SoulStrolling. A few weeks ago, with Julie Gardner, Writers Gathering in Seattle, our prompt was Emily Dickinson’s poem, “I dwell in possibility.” This is what flowed from pen to paper: I dwell in possibility – to dwell, to be. To practice presence wherever…