How are you, Soul, on this day? When light lessens and darkness lengthens, as day extends her hand to night, the cosmos dancing about Earth’s axis. Are you celebratory? Eagerly anticipating the quiet dark and slow evolution of returning light. Are you reflective? Noticing the twinkling holiday lights, catching a glimpse of your gaze in…
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Morning Frost
You remind me of glitter. Your sparkling shining self dancing along my porch railing as if my daughters when they were small had laid down Elmer’s glue and scattered you about. Glitter, the fun glitzy shininess of it, sparkling on my floor, walls, chairs, furniture. Coating the deck like an early morning gift –…
When you unlatch your sole/soul, who knows where it may lead?
My Mom loves recounting the story of how as a young toddler of 3, I wandered off a mile from home to watch the Koi in the pond outside our local Fire Station. Needless to say, she was quite shocked upon receiving a phone call from a concerned neighbor thinking they had just seen little…
Winter Reflection
“Only in quiet waters do things mirror themselves undistorted. Only in a quiet mind is adequate perception of the world.” Hans Margolius This quote has been lingering and stirring within my soul over the past few weeks. I’ve been taking myself soulstrolling: the practice of walking with awareness, a ‘paying attention’ to what catches my…
Change and ‘taking my soul for a stroll’
I’ve been angsty, irritable, happy, sad, excited and a whole range of emotions in between. My Dad’s voice echoes in my mind, “ShaSha, are you feeling fair to midland?” Yes, is my resounding internal reply. I had one of those ‘aha’ moments in the midst of my morning household cleaning, laundering, tidying up phase today:…
Blessing of Water
This poem is in response to a prompt from the Writer’s Gathering I attend here in Seattle. We’d read through ‘Beannacht ‘(Blessing) by John O’Donahue from Echoes of Memory, and the following line stood out for me: “May the fluency of ocean be yours.” Blessing of Water “May the fluency of ocean be yours.” May…
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…
Sharon Richards 