moments

moments

Sunday, December 31, 2017


goodbye december
 goodbye 2017 

*
hello 
memories
strung from the branches 
of time hello to the little things 
we hang on to only to let go of again 
and again
xo
xo


with abundant blessings we each be held in love for a new year
xo






Friday, December 1, 2017


with the brightness
of a wild sky
in the search 
for peace, strong health,
happiness, and love 
may we all remember 
sand is but crushed stone

from hardness and with time
comes the yielding of softer things

xo



Tuesday, October 31, 2017


shadow~time
of self 
and season
searching for light 
sometimes just a whisper
soft and low
so deep down
it's mistaken for wind shaking the trees
listen deep
look hard
xo




Tuesday, October 3, 2017



almost dark
almost light

the thin line 
joy to terror

blink of an eye
beat of a heart

here and now
here and gone

xo


Friday, September 1, 2017


so often - juxtaposition 

thoughts, emotions, what we witness
and how we take any of it in

complicated seems such a simple word 
but the concept can be mind-boggling

behind iron gates 
often sits peace
xo




Tuesday, August 1, 2017


several years ago i lived in a house where two peacocks ruled the roost, i wanted to mimic the colors of those birds, i wanted to throw my head back and scream the way they did; blood thinning, heart pumping wildly, i wanted to toss my feathers into the fog filled sky and dance around in circles, i didn't do any of this, i took photographs of the birds and feed them seeds and bread crusts, i called them names i made up and they came running to me, why? i'll never really know, 

i think life is like this---

a dance we make up as we simply go along ... 
and hope like heck it will be remembered as beautiful ...

xo 

Friday, June 30, 2017


family


of us - we love books and words
we love photographs and memories

we share quite moments in a darkened room
listening and learning the breath of life
and death

a kind man is living 
and dying 
on sips of water

goodnight he whispers

outside birds sing
in the kitchen molasses bread is sliced 
and tears are released

the knots in the wooden floors 
are as dark as walnut husks
we stand on them and share hugs 
amazed anything can hold us up

xo