The house is quiet when I enter this private place, this holy place, to listen to my private oracle, my comforter, while I chase down my holy grail. This holy grail for me is my philosophy, that I spent a lifetime pursuing. I was pushed and pulled into a blackened pit strewn with many lifetimes’…

We hardly knew you Babe. You walked in and out of our lives daily, leaving a dust of footprints on our hearts. But we knew you were ours when first we met you. A face like yours was much at home with laughing and crying. We mostly loved loving you. It seems we were born…

We trod the path, hunched and pull our faces in. We bend our heads. The wind is strong when you walk into it. But I take your hand and we struggle against the icy rain pelting our faces. We’ve walked this route in centuries past; guarding ourselves from saying too much. We were different then,…

Dance for me little girl. Dance your dance and show the gods why you dance. In the garden I see you, toes dug into the earth, head lifted to catch the glint of the sun filtering through the leaves. You nod in assent to breezes whispering your name. Your lips move in intonation of the…

Let your mind answer your heart’s murmuring, for in the sanctity of self, you will see your divinity. In the august crucible that is Earth, latticed by clouds hovering the trees, you gain your peace. In the musing of the grass growing to reach its height and to color the bare earth with a piled…

Will I be born into another world and time? Will they swim into sweet focus and I, with them? Or will I just walk into that world and find the place just meant for me because I visit there every night? Could it be like this, so gentle, so swift that the dance my feet…

Come to my table and sit awhile and I will tell you tales of years gone by, attended by loves and those who held magic in their hands. We have supped and laughed and cried some, but mostly told the tales that love spun out of gold. It was a rich time; not the coin…

There is a sense of time stretching from here to other worlds whose names are not in my vocabulary. I am certain of here because this is where I am. I pushed away the snow no longer pristine as first it came. I took off my coat; too heavy now with the approaching spring. Too…

In Memory of David . . . We sit and we break bread, the  four of us less one. We think of him but do not speak of him who misses us as we miss him. Our loss so great, the pain so blue, we can but weep. Yet so close we sit, the thinnest…