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…
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Questions, Culture, Dancing: Bangalore, Port Blair, Havelock Island – November, 2017
“She’d like to know if she can ask you a few questions?” Arjun, my travel guide, Bangalore Walking Tour, remarks. “Absolutely.” A women, cross legged on the floor, sits behind a small hill of flowers; their bright colors and smells flooding my senses. Arjun becomes our translator, seamlessly weaving between Kannada and English. Her first question:…
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…
Hope
You welcomed me in like a new book, flipping the pages from left to right and back again. Inhaling deeply, your brilliant orange globe burst through the overhanging grey and pierced my heart with hope. Purple perforated white – landscape painting before my eyes. A moment of noticing, magic.
5 Weeks in France, Part 4 – The Flowers of Paris
My heart hurts and tears drop from my eyes as I remember the attacks in Paris. I know much is being written, shared, posted. I don’t live in Paris. I’m not French. I live in Seattle, but my heart and years of memories reside there. I’m Canadian/American and a ‘tourist’ when I visit. My spirit…
‘ The universe knows, be like water’ – going with the flow in Paris
What is water? Element, sustenance, changing, flowing, moving, stagnant, still, stormy… That’s what today has been like for me in Paris. Granted, in the big scheme of things, I’m in Paris! I’m here on my own for a few days before my husband joins me on route home from India. My intention has been to…
Ode to Pike Place Market
We first beheld each other in the fall of 1979, through the eyes of the original Starbucks mermaid logo. I was a bright eyed, enthusiastic, falling in love with Seattle fan. A virgin coffee drinker, deeply ensconced in my Scottish/Canadian tea drinking roots, I was lured to your domain by my summer camp gang from…
Ode to Springtime
“Forget me not,” we cried, All the while knowing that sometimes, during the deep dark days of winter, You wondered would we rear our beautiful bowed heads? While the skies darkened, and the rains fell, We were quietly working our magic in the deep dark soil of the earth, Simply waiting for our time to…
Color
It’s been rather grey here in Seattle, with the occasional sunny break, but overall just kind of ‘bleh’. I have discovered that added color in my day, be it through clothing, or a teapot, or some kind of flower or bright spot, lifts my mood and elevates my spirits and reminds me that spring will…
