Rendering itself useless now, the elements of Nature first borned by Man to work for him have gone rabid. But in wisdom still, the moon continues to pull the oceans by great force and gently lays the rolling waves on windswept sand, clearing man’s debris. The wind if amortized, would harness its power to push…

It is a time past the time of talk, past the time of argues. There is a time of silence, a shared silence; a time to accept, a time to simply slip into old slippers and Be. No matter the world, this time is ours. Maybe not to fill all the empty spaces but given…

I say that David took the hands off my clocks. It was the greatest gift he could give me. I tire of running my life with a large hand and a small hand. No time for this, hurry for that.   Do this now, do that before. I hate it.   With a passion. I want to…

I am in a January which thinks it is an April. I fully expect to see the rose in bloom and perhaps it is. In my mind I have transplanted the marigolds and set the annuals in their proper places. In my part of the world I awake. It is dawn and I prepare for…

May the winter sun warm you and the winter moon house your heart. May the world set the stage for your dreams. And may love choreograph your life. Look up! With these the New Year will be rich.

The moon assists the drama heralding the arrival of the event locked within memory. A place, deep within time’s measure nudges from familiar territories the clockwise turn of events. Incense, sweet hay, pungent holly, sweeping palms, evergreen. The eye follows the moon rays to find the final beam lodged in our heart. The ear strains…

In all things good we ask that a Light so shine that the good works which are ours will glorify and exemplify all that is true and divine,  both within us and within the Earth.   We ask  Divine guidance be placed upon our heads and within our hearts that we may bring to light all…

The bare floor of the landing, midway to the top of the stairs. began to bite her knees and she grew weary. Her chin pressed the ledge of the frozen window where her breath left a misty hole. Her eyes followed the range of the stars, afraid, afraid of missing the sainted friend who would…

Should you find the need to tell your story in words, think mightily on them and they will be caught up in the air’s currents and carried on the birds’ wings. They will reach the ears they were designed for. You will find you are not alone and in this infinite universe you will be…

THANK YOU My days are filled with murmuring thanks for gifts unbidden. . . . for the stray thought giving answers to questions I did not ask. . . . for the beating heart too tired even to stop and glad that it does not. . . . for the quivering morning poised to take…