Summertime and the living is gorgeous. 

Dahlias are blooming at the Botanical Gardens as are so many things.

July arrives and with it long days of light and possibilities open.

The urge is to do it all.

Remember to sit and find the rhythm of your own breath and being.

Witness life unfolding and also the returning to earth.

There will be Birth Days this month.
There will be Death Days too, 

We learn the news of great ones going to the beyond. 

Stop and honor them.

Celebrate it all.

Such a hard thing to do...walk, fly, be away from loved ones.

This the view leaving Burlington, Vermont. Lake Champlain doing its glorious show-off. New spring buds swollen, a green that seems to hold a different name. 
It's hard to look out--tears blur my vision and my heart it full, yet I know the feelings, it comes from love and loving. 

It's sad and sweet and I am eternally thankful. 


Now, I am 'home' yet this place too is just for now...

May is a time of new growth.
May is a time of new birth,
My first born came to/through me in May, what a JOY he was and is.

May flowers bring another type of beauty and joy and for this I am thankful.

This month we will put in the ground, under the newly growing Vermont grass,
the ashes of a wonderful man, a man who turned 100 in January, a man who lived his life
with great health and happiness and raised an amazing family.
I am blessed to be the partner of one of his sons.

May is a time of love and loss, laughter and light.
Embrace it, embrace your loved ones.
xo

Each morning 

I greet the world, 

blessed to witness beauty and new growth

and myself...xo

Passing Through

All morning I practiced being invisible

surprised when the dog barked

and the steamy mirror looked back at me,

where can I go to be alone

I said to the metallic glass

the dog, as he rolled to his back.

Poor Casper the Ghost,

invisible and intangible

was made into a cartoon

a thin line searching for friendship.

I like most

~the flying~

~the passing through,

we're all practicing this one.

How many memories and smells can our hearts hold? 

Today when the sparkling cider was opened to toast the bride and groom my Aunt Gertie snuck out with the fizz. She pressed her fingers still wet from washing dishes onto the folder marked marriage license and I had to look away. 

She was a woman I think of as good. A robust orchard worker though she owned the trees outright. Who can own such a thing? she'd ask while making pies that filled our mouths and bellies. 

Who can own things as complex and simple as apples or trees?

I was thrilled she came to visit today. It's been too long I said to the sky and the sun straining against stained glass windows, it's been too long a time.
xo

This photo captures my yesterday. I wish something close for you. I want times like this to be abundant and me to know how blessed I am to have them. 

Tiny Coves

The day I cry

I laugh

wake up from dreams so vivid

I am surprised to still be here

I should be in Ohio

pulling you and the wagon behind

battening down hatches

tucking treasures into tiny coves

so they not break

surprised

to see the crystal chandelier

still hanging

whole

surprised to see your shoes

on the window ledge

my body next to yours

It’s harder to see the butterflies

on the honeysuckle

through the tears

hard to smell the lilacs

one eye blurs

tears are thunder

skirting around fire

rain hangs in the air

grows heavy like taffy

something to chew on

hope for sweetness

the rain when it falls

opens its hands

throws water down

makes grasses grow

me wondering why

as two thousand and fourteen 

makes way for something new

so too do i

what it shall be is

a mix of magic and mystery,

intention and imagination 

the brief time we are here

is in the shifting of sand

and the rooting of strength 

as it reaches 

for the light

with hopes the new year hold this light

close to each of our hearts 

and we all remember to shine 

xo