Nov 29 2012

the lone soldier

She lifted her face
to the moon
and sang the song
of soon be gone.

I stood before her
in a shivery bath
of shimmering light
as clouds rolled past
the face of night.

Nov 27 2012

lessons i’ve learned from
{50 years of life} about life

the sun always rises. you can pretend not to see it,
but even behind the blackest clouds, it is there.

if you aspire to excel at one thing, make it forgiveness.

all the things you’re going to do someday don’t exist.

every day, every dawn, is a gift. open it slowly,
savor the anticipation, play with the wrappings.

there is no better dance partner than the moon.

forward is the only direction.

build a house of hope and love, and you will
never need to fill it with things.

perfection is a burden best discarded.

be grateful, ever-so-grateful, for every breath you take.

your 737th kiss will be just as memorable as
your first, as long as you are paying attention.

an embrace is the best way to hold on.

doing nothing at all is the best form of busy.

sadness weighs the opposite of happiness,
and we need both to keep us grounded.

you can paint a picture with far less than 1000 words.

mother nature is the original caretaker of wonder.

never take anything for granted. however,
you will take everything for granted.

the caged bird sings because it sees that life goes on.

your heart is always your best feature.

there will never be enough time for anything,
but you can make time for what’s important.

laughter is the music of your soul.

tea is the elixir of life.

if what you really want to do is fly,
well, now, just look at all that sky.



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Nov 24 2012






dance step

at a



Also, if you haven’t already seen my invitation to join me
in celebrating life on Tuesday, November 27th, details are here


Nov 22 2012

just for today


let it

all go


ride the wind


it takes



happy thanksgiving


Nov 20 2012

there are no mysteries

you hold all life’s gifts in your heart

all folded up and tucked
into the tiniest of pockets
held in place with
a gilded button flap

and you might even
forget all about them
for years at a time

but then one day

a moment will come and
you will sit down
in some corner




everything you’ve ever known

hold it gently
in your palm

breathe life
back into
that tiny body

and air and
and hope

until eventually
both of you
begin to smile

in recognition





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Nov 17 2012






of life



in the glow


never mind


Nov 15 2012

let’s celebrate life
{an invitation}

This November clematis was one of the last gifts
from my garden this year.

Two days ago, a heron flew over my house through a light snow.

This morning, three goldfinch stopped by my window feeder.

Life is full of surprises, gifts, moments.

And the older I get, the more these things feel like treasures.

Being alive feels like a privilege.

Breathing in the crisp fall air on a morning that’s
using frost as a blanket is all I need.

In less than two weeks, on November 27th, I am turning 50.


That seems like a number worth celebrating.

And so, I invite you to join me on that day in a celebration
of life, here, with a blog-link party.

Share how you celebrate life, in any format you wish,
a post, a photo, a poem, a song… and then
come back here and add your link.

Let’s celebrate life, together.


Click here to go to the celebration post and add your link!








Nov 13 2012

making the bed


i like a nice cotton blanket

warm from the dryer and smoothed
out just so, laid to rest
just beneath that quilt he
bought for christmas one year

flying geese in all my favorite colors

and i bring it out each winter
tuck in corners, tsk tsk about the tiny
rip right there on the edge

a sign, i think
of wear and tear

or love

whichever you prefer


tonight i will take a long hot bath
so that later i might slide
clean toes between cool sheets

and this heavy cover of birds and blue
will weigh me down just enough
to keep me centered through those months
of white and wind that always threaten
to carry me off somewhere


you might think
i’m just a silly old woman
writing poems about ants
and apples and cotton blankets

but i tell you

this is where life is






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Nov 10 2012

now this….

is hope.

Nov 8 2012

bare bones

So much of life comes down to that.

What do you really need?

How little does it take to make you smile?

Beauty is never elusive.

Every day,

there is a lesson.