Thursday, March 22, 2018

contemplating the cacti

no, the desert
has never
been my 

i will always choose
broadleaf trees
and rich black soil

here am i
in the dry southwest

watching these cacti
raise their century old arms

into what may be
the bluest sky
i have ever seen

i see you cacti,
i whisper

and suddenly,
so suddenly 

you are

"The longer I live, the more beautiful life becomes.
If you ignore beauty, you will soon find yourself without it.
Your life will be impoverished.
But if you invest in beauty, 
it will remain with you all the days of your life.”
-Frank Lloyd Wright

I have said recently in conversation that the desert is “growing on me”. . . which indicates a slow process of coming to appreciate it. I believe that is still true. However, sometimes, awareness of something springs suddenly as it did for me on this trip with the cacti. I think it had to do with taking time to draw closer to them and doing a tour where i learned more about their fascinating lives.

Thursday, March 8, 2018

fullness, incarnate

i dreamt of them
last night

greater canadians
filling the sky

large flocks 
and small

mighty wings

their call

east and west

some distant
and high

barely skimming

but all 
each and every one 
about their holy business

i shouted
in the dream


The dream itself was amazing but when i awoke and headed to the kitchen for my coffee, i saw the exact same scene through my living room windows. It’s not unusual to see a few flock of geese flying to and fro in our vicinity but this morning…..there were  hundreds…..coming from all directions, and  going all directions. The word that came to mind was “fullness”. I enter this day having been “doubly” reminded. :)

We dwell in a living, throbbing art gallery; utterly filled with creativity and purpose.

Tuesday, February 27, 2018


isn’t it true
that the most beautiful part of something
(or someone)

often lies 
the showy surface

and were it not
for autumn’s wind
and a “letting go”

might never 
be seen
at all

"She had blue skin,
And so did he,
He kept it hid
And so did she.
They searched for blue
Their whole life through,
Then passed right by-
And never knew."

     -Everything On It by Shel Silverstein

Monday, February 19, 2018

bramble, (at the edge of the healing woods)

it’s messy

a myriad of thickets and

and mangled

like broken societies

disturbed and

(the whole perturbed world
for that matter)

it's "all gone to hell in a hand basket"
my grandfather used to say

but did you know
that long ago

saw something

worth saving

“And they laid him in a manger because there was no room for him in the inn.”  Luke 2:7

When i reflect upon the tragedy in our country this past week (the Florida school shooting), i can’t help but think of the innocent child laid in a manger those many short years ago. Sent down to this broken world to make a way for us through the thorny thickets…… to the healing woods beyond.

Monday, February 12, 2018

a coyote, sent

I step out
onto the deck
this early
february morning

to clear my
and leave go
the heaviness
that presses close

perhaps if i 
put it into a prayer
it will float away 
into the cold blue sky

but before i have time 
to utter a word

he is there

barely visible 
through the swaying 
pasture grass, golden

and somehow

his presence
takes hold of my

and the heaviness
therein departs

as he disappears
to the waiting woods 

"Coyotes move within a landscape of attentiveness.  I have seen their eyes in the creosote bushes and among mesquite trees.  They have watched me.  And all the times that I saw no eyes, that I kept walking and never knew, there were still coyotes.  When I have seen them trot away, when I have stepped from the floorboard of my truck, leaned on the door, and watched them as they watched me over their shoulders, I have been aware for that moment of how much more there is.  Of how I have only seen an instant of a broad and rich life."
~Craig Childs, The Animal Dialogues: Uncommon Encounters in the Wild

"Before they call I will answer; while they are yet speaking I will hear."  Is. 65:24

Monday, February 5, 2018

repair men

they came last week
while i was doing
a jigsaw puzzle

i could hear their voices
in my husbands office

something about
download speed
and perhaps
a dozen other terms 
i have no use for

but i liked their voices

and i had the thought
that i would like to see
their faces

look into their eyes
and see the reflections of youth 
and soul

i would like to say

but instead 
i picked up 
another puzzle piece

and before i knew it
they were

and soon after
the puzzle

back in its box
on a shelf
in the basement

“There are no ordinary people. You have never talked to a mere mortal.”  C.S. Lewis

Tuesday, January 30, 2018

yesterday's walk

the raucous cry
of the crow
rang out

over the crackling
of cornstalks

as my lungs
breathed in
the smoky air

and my heart

“Walking is the perfect way of moving if you want to see into the life of things. It is the one way of freedom. If you go to a place on anything but your own feet you are taken there too fast, and miss a thousand delicate joys that were waiting for you by the wayside.” 
                           — Elizabeth Von Arnim