Beethoven, Seals and Water

Glistening speckled grey, brown and white heads popped up on the water’s calm surface. Black shining eyes gazed intently, long wet whiskers curiously twitching, as Beethoven’s fifth symphony floated across the water. It was the summer of 1973 and I was on my grandparents boat, The Framac, in Desolation Sound, British Columbia. The heat of…

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:…

Stories from my Childhood – Water

For the past five years, as the New Years begins,  I’ve chosen a word for the year, or sometimes rather, let it choose me – to stroll with, ponder, and reflect upon. This year my word is water. At first, I wasn’t too thrilled with this word. Wasn’t sure about it. What was I going…

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…

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…

Searching for beauty in the desert

Yesterday, I  returned from a four day trip to Albuquerque, N.M. Upon first impression it was: barren, desolate,  and brown. The  city and surroundings felt worn out, old and tired. I was there because my eldest daughter was participating in the WAC indoor track championship for Seattle U. She’s a thrower; translation, she spins in…