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…

Holy Water – Ubud, Bali

I returned from Ubud, Bali September 16, 2016. Within a few days of arriving home the following piece lingered in my subconscious. It’s been delayed due to a broken arm (8 days after coming home) and more travel. Someone has probably written something profound about the timing of a piece, or the final penning to…

Ode to Lighting Candles

On this growing colder November day As the light lessens And darkness knocks at my door I hear my candles whispering their request “Will you please grant us light?”   Such a simple thing The striking of the match against the box The flame as it leaps from the tip of the wood The smell…

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…