Tuesday, July 10, 2018

prayer at the waterfall

Creator of waterfalls
morning light
and so much more

you surround me here 
with sounds of
gospel truth

a gurgling melody 

and i, 
like the helpless forest


at the waters
of your ravenous 

"Grace like water, flows to the lowest part."   -Philip Yancey

"Grace does not depend on what we have done for God but on what He has done for us.  Ask people what they must do to get to heaven and most reply "Be good."  Jesus stories contradict that answer.
All we must do is cry "Help".    -Philip Yancey

Wednesday, June 20, 2018

tis true

last week
i was a
tiny fluttering fairy

floating freely
in a sea
of gilded


"For in the nature of things, if we rightly consider, every green tree is far more glorious than if it were made of gold and silver."                                                                                         -Martin Luther

This is my first post since visiting Olympic National Park last week. This image was taken in the Hoh Rainforest. Tis true, one can't help but feel transported to a fantasy land when visiting this phenomenal place. Do go, if you can.

Friday, May 18, 2018

seeing afresh, after the rain

it wasn’t just a fence

it was a
tender rendering 


"Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life."  
                                                                         Pablo Picasso

Seeing this fence after the rain refreshed me and reminded me that we should all keep planting flowers, wearing color, baking cookies, hosting game nights, smiling at strangers, training our dogs.....doing whatever it is we do, to bring beauty to the world.  For we never really know whose soul we might be washing.

Thursday, May 3, 2018

conversation on a wire

hey fellas
weather’s changin’

forecast says wind in the south
high in the seventies

maybe we should fly
over to ralph’s

give him 

then play some checkers 
and peck 

a few worms

"Friendship isn't a big thing. It's a million little things."   anonymous


Tuesday, April 24, 2018

after reading A Gentleman in Moscow

there was a time

when a count
was a count

a princess
a princess

and black bread
was savored
with honey
that held a hint of lilac

there was a time
when friendship
was likened

to afternoon tea

"For his part, the Count had opted for the life of the purposefully unrushed.  Not only was he disinclined to race toward some appointed hour--disdaining even to wear a watch--he took the greatest satisfaction when assuring a friend that a worldly matter could wait in favor of a leisurely lunch or stroll along the embankment.  After all, did not wine improve with age?  Was it not the passage of years that gave a piece of furniture its delightful patina?  When all was said and done, the endeavors that most modern men saw as urgent (such as appointments with bankers and the catching of trains), probably could have waited, while those they deemed frivolous (such as cups of tea and friendly chats) had deserved their immediate attention."  
                             Andrew Towles, A Gentleman in Moscow

Friday, April 13, 2018

in the presence of pastel

it doesn't take much

just a tinge of turquoise
calming coral

to soothe the soul
of an anxious

"Of all God's gifts to the sighted man, color is the holiest, the most divine, the most solemn."
                                                           John Ruskin

"When gifts are given to me through my camera, i accept them graciously."  -Minor White

I am amazed by the variety of gifts that surround us every day. All we need to do is receive and believe.

These images were taken in the Barrio district of Tucson. Thanks for taking me there Kelly!!

Tuesday, April 3, 2018


I see you standing there
your silhouettes
like sentinels keeping watch

as people
on concrete highways
rush to and fro

over the hills
through the valley
into the night

"Whose idea was it that we should all work faster, work better, race from place to place with our brains stewing on tweets, blogs, and sound bites, on must-see movies, must-do experiences, must-have gadgets....
....At times, I was so caught up in the tempo and pattern, the predictable tap, tap, tap of each day, that there was no time to notice the neighbors had moved out, the wind was sneaking in from the north, the sun was shifting on its axis...I wondered when I had become a person who noticed so little."
                                                                    -Dee Williams