if one can imagine such things

Welcome. Once upon a time, a butterfly settled on my lips and a golden beetle perched on my nose. if one can imagine such things.   My poetry chapbook is live!!! if one can imagine such things My creative process flows from practicing the art of SoulStrolling® – mindfulness in motion. At home and abroad I…

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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,…

King of the Marshlands

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…

Spending time with Owl – 2017

“We are all visionaries and what we see is our soul in things.” Henri Amiel Owls have been catching my attention since August, 2016. I’ve been pondering and playing with ‘my word’ for the year. Having a word ‘choose me’ for a year helps ground, nurture, and draw me deeper into practicing being mindful and…

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…

Hello Yellow

Hello, buttercup  you called from the waters edge Fancy meeting you on the path this morning. You reminded me of Princess Buttercup and brought a slowly moving smile to my face. Can we bring joy and hope to your heart this morning? Questioned the Iris as my feet tread the lakes path. Look at us,…

Risk Taking and Thomas Merton

At the start of each New Year I spend some time reflecting, pondering and walking with the question: “What is my word for this year?” Sometimes, a word just pops into my head after settling down and slowing my breathing and just waiting and listening. This year, not so. I’ve journaled, lit my candles, slowed…