February 2026

Yesterday, during a three-hour online Mystical Memoir workshop, the invitation given was to write in response to several prompts. One being: Before I Die. And another: Since You've Been Gone. Loved ones lived in the ink I pressed to the pages. Later, in the morning, I accidentally spilled half a glass of water onto my desk, and my words spread and blurred. I cried some more. Tenderness was the word I latched onto as I wiped up the mess and placed the soggy papers on the floor to dry in the sunlight. This morning, as I turn the calendar page on my desk, I notice this, too, had been touched by the blur, and so I took it as a sign to soften. I turned down the light, took the offered cup of tea in my hands, and blew across the surface while making a wish. It's the same wish I often make, but it's a new day...xo

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