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

JUNE 2025

 

                                                         

                                                         From the west, I'd fight 

for poppies and lupine

 fine lines written on gates

locks of love & death

waterlilies and wild irises. 

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I vow to fight the good fight.

I'll host a shindig, a rumpus:

A tussle for love and peace. 

xo

May 2025 (another unfiltered morning)

(another unfiltered morning)

 

It's downright amazing to live in a world and time when, within moments, one can walk into yet another unfiltered morning. Instead of witnessing pain, suffering, and broken windows, you are taken down in awe and thanks. For this time, you live in the silence of what the world wants most. It is lush, soft, ancient, and yet also new. You carry it within for as long as possible. The spell will break, you will break, the world will break again. And again. But still it's there, right where you left it, a world full of hope and beauty. xo