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…

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…

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…

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…

Citizenship and Voice

“Move, but don’t move the way fear makes you move.” Rumi Fear whispers, “Don’t write this post. Don’t pen your voice, your opinion. Stay silent. Who knows what harm may befall you.” Love whispers, “Write this post. Be you. Call upon: courage, bravery, goodness, kindness, light. Let us envelop you.” “Love is worth all the…

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…

Instructions for Threshold and Portal Crossings

Threshold:  doorsill, any doorway or entrance, the starting point of an experience, event or venture. While I grasp the basic definition, the part that intrigues me most is the “starting point of an experience, event or venture.” Perhaps this is because I love mystery and it speaks to a deeper longing and wonder in my soul. John…

Laughing Ladies

Today’s prompt at 31 Days of SoulStrolling is laughter. My friend, co-conspirator and author Kayce S. Hughlett uncovered this quote by Anne Lamott, “Laughter is carbonated holiness.” Oh how I love this. It makes my heart sing. It reminded me of one of my experiences with laughter and art. My husband and I  were strolling the grounds in the…

Light and Shadow

Lingering, listening inward. Generously giving holistic hearth health, tranquil together. Soul simplifying silence. Heartfelt hunger aligns. Diving deep, dancing, open wide.

Floating on the edge of waiting

This poem was inspired via a writing prompt at the Writer’s Gathering I attend on Monday evenings, here in Seattle. The initial prompt was to write down one word describing how you were feeling. The second was pulling an ‘angel word’ out of a cup and then using that word, along with your feeling word…

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,…