Six litte monklings went out to play, Following their Abbess into the woods for the day. With a hike and a walk and a ponder and a muse, They came upon a swing and they had to choose. And they swung so high, And they giggled with glee, As they played and laughed for all…
Category: Poetry
Ode to soul filled Color
You stopped me dead in my tracks as I rounded the corner in the Albertina Museum. Your blossoming colors reached into my heart and my senses came alive to your fragrance, as if your very perfume could fly through the air from your canvas. Chagall, your mastery and imagery of ‘sleeping woman with flowers’ spoke…
Ode to Vienna
You have surprised me with your ancient beauty. My eyes are opened and enriched; drawn toward and in as my gaze lands softly upon your face. My heart has welcomed new friends through paintings that call my name unexpectedly and stop me in my tracks. My ears are gently opened by the symphony outside my…
Ode to Viennesse Pastries
You call my name from behind your glass case; Your sugary nature beckoning through the gaze of your chocolate glaze. The glimmer of your flesh as the light hits your red skin tempts my senses. Through colorful layers of increasing depth and density, my taste buds come alive to your elegance and savoring delight as…
Praying with Nothing.
I’ve written before about how I begin each year with a quiet reflection and a ‘pondering on’ my word for the year. Nothing. Although I’m not super fond of it yet, I’m choosing to engage with this word and listen to what it has to say. I could also choose to toss it out, but…
“Joy and sorrow are sisters; they live in the same house.” Macrina Wiederkehr
I first came upon this quote a number of years ago while working my way through a contemplative reflective book by one of my favorite spiritual authors, Macrina Wiederkehr. It has helped shape, form and hold me grounded as my continued life journey unfolds. On May 22, 2012 I held 2 very juxtaposed life experiences…
A Writer’s Retreat
I’ve entered a contest in hopes of winning a free spot @jenlouden’s #WritersRetreat. http://ht.ly/4Pwka. Kacye Hughlett at Diamonds in the Soul forwarded me the information on this retreat. I was immediately captured by the title of the retreat: ‘Luscious, Nurturing, Get your writing done while laughing your butt off and maybe crying a little too…
On lighting candles
I have also enjoyed candles. I think I particularly enjoy late fall and winter because it gets dark earlier and I like to go around my house lighting up the darkness. Lighting candles is a spiritual practice for me. It began quite a long time ago, but I became more prayerfully intentional about it about…
A picture is written poetry
“L’immagine e poesia scritta con i colori.” Translated from italian: A picture is written poetry. How delightful to happen upon this phrase in a photography book while sipping wine in Montalcino, Italy . We took 500+ photos on our recent European adventure. Too many to post on my blog. Some of the photos are like…
Wine Tasting Prayer
I’ve composed a’wine tasting prayer,’ for a women’s retreat that I will be attending with my faith community. Wine Tasting Prayer Somehow, Jesus, I like praying with a nice glass of wine in my hand. The beauty of the color, the aroma, the fragrance, engages my senses and speaks to me of your beautiful, fragrant,…
Sharon Richards 