January 2026

 January 2026

And just like that...a turn of

of the page, a turn of the head.

Here's to seeing the beauty in

the smallest moments, in the simple things

 in front of our eyes, and the loved ones

we may or may not be in touch with:

yet the ones who we share memories

and love with. May we hold one another

in peace and LOVE. xo

December 2025

 

December 2025

It's sometimes difficult to feel how time moves on. Gramma Annie used to say it meant you were healthy and happy. When you weren't feeling well or were in a lonely spell, time seemed to slow down. I'll take healthy and ease, joy and wonder over angst any day. But the magic trick is to pass goodness on to others. There are so many folks living on the streets or in their cars. The woman who lives on the sidewalk near our house sometimes rants in a husky, wild voice, but mostly she seems to sleep. I've gifted her woolen socks and hot French Fries, but these are so very insignificant. She has eyes almost the same color as mine. She was once somebody's child, perhaps a sister, or a mother. 

She was once a miracle, and I imagine she still is. xo

November 2025

 

A lone heron took watch over the sea lions; round males

with their hoarse barks, whistles, groans, and big splashes, 

while the women rolled through the water like water itself, 

a slight ruffle on the surface. Other birds arrived in Noyo Harbor

to witness the ways in which the colors of the morning 

shifted and the sky opened onto itself. And I sat with my love 

on a deck overlooking what can only be thought of as 

magic and beauty, with a heart full of thanks. xo

October 2025

​October, when the light shifts and shadows grow long and lovely. 

And the rains start, and your world smells like memories and love. 

The darkness opens and closes like a hinged box where secrets are kept.

The key long given away or lost, or it never was, but still the brass shines.

And just like that, you remember a tiny thing you thought you had forgotten.

xo

 

September 2025

September 2025

Go. Go free, little being.

My entire life, you have 

slept and woke with me,

you have rattled my ribs,

given me voice and song

& for this, and you, I bow.

On the wings that carried you here

take flight on these westerly winds

follow the pelicans in their dances

hooting & hollering their way home

xo

August 2025

come on, really, can you do this?

to open and keep opening

to hold beauty and silence

 to be awed by the moment

to know when to walk away

and leave it all behind

others will stand in your place

but, it will never be the same

xo

 

JULY 2025

 

​Summertime and the living is complicated, sweet, demanding, joyful. It's a life well-lived, a heart full of memories and dreams. It's a Tuesday, and all willing, tomorrow will be a Wednesday, and so on.

My friend, Laurie, suggests something close to the following: Every one of us at the 'table' is simply a beating heart that was once a child. And as my own GRANDchild readies to turn three. #3, my beating heart tosses about inside my flat chest in absolute AWE of his wonder and delights, of his short tantrums and his unbridled curiosity, of the kisses blown across miles, and the very soon hugs. 

I'm grateful to and for the ones who sit at 'my table'.

Dear Self, please let shared stories inspire me to seek clarity to deepen my feelings and thoughts. Let me remember, honor, and cherish the precious child within. Let me create art that sings. xo