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No Comfort
I don’t as a rule write of personal feelings, though for those who read my work, they would argue that my feelings are evident. I wish to comment on a favorite blogger whose site is Full Moon Fiber Art.com. She is Maria Wulf and she posted Loving Rocky. It is a big decision she and…
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The Weight Of Words
There are words not in fashion these days. The words are so old they are perhaps Victorian. Words like honor and commitment. When these words are used by someone who truly understands the weight of words, there is a time of hesitation, of expectancy and a heart stopping moment that puts the word into a…
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The Housekeeper
[twocol_one] [/twocol_one] [twocol_one_last] There bellows a wind around the turrets of the mind’s house, ripping under gutters, sweeping under eaves, leaving no residue. Clean, chaste as the sweet wind, stands she exalted. Prudently swiping at corners to eliminate even the shadow of contamination on her brother’s name. In good time, in due time, the world…
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Come Into My Kitchen
Come into my kitchen and use the back door. Only dear friends are allowed to walk right into the center of my home. Others have to earn the right by walking through the halls of my life to get to the heart of my home. But you can come to the back door. I will…
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nuggets
Your heart will teach in ways the world cannot. What is not finished here will be finished elsewhere. This is called the long view. It is a choice. When everything becomes a moral decision it means that issues have been dragged through the heart. To suffer means to be aware of the…
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The Strange Bequest
There was a man, a slim man, whose head was bedecked with a white cloud and whose eyes saw dreams he could not articulate. He sat one day staring into space and when I questioned him, he said, `I am sitting and watching the grass grow.’ I hesitated far too long and have lived to…
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The Autumn Night
The velvet night plays host to the September moon hanging in suspension in liquid air. Cold, crisp edges seal in the lunar landscape, forgetting for the moment, the hot sky which sealed our noon. There comes the night, in desperation relieving the cloddish insensitivity visible in the unrelenting stubbornness of the day, unable and unwilling…
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A Presence In My LIfe
(In May of 2000 I, with the help of family, had self published a hard cover book of poetry called Kiss The Moon; A Woman Speaks and Gives Grace. Except for a few copies I held back, 500 books were sold. In the front of the book I explained how the poetry came to be. …
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My Song Goes Out
My song goes out on the morning air and penetrates the sky to where the stars hang heavy. My lyrics ride the beams that will meet the sun and hang in mid-day until even the grass hears the melody or the mourning. Look who it is! they say. She speaks to us and we hear,…
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Morning Comes
Morning comes with dew hinting Autumn, promising a long, clean winter. Schedules are welcomed and days end at an appropriate time. Evenings stretch like warm welcoming mats, rolling up at our heels and sealing us in with what will feed our Spirits. [product id=”” sku=”001″]