moments

moments

Friday, March 2, 2018


If I could fly where would I go?

Would I follow the terns, the gulls to the beach?
Would I run 'long the shore like a tiny sandpiper 
hoping to get wet~but only up to my ankles or knees?
I could circle the town dump looking for broken treasures?

I could stay in my own flowered backyard, 
splash about in one of many luxurious baths.

I was born with wings strong enough to go far.
Every so often they need to be tested and used.
Spring is unfolding and so are my new feathers.

In this mid-flight I am grateful for it all. 

xo





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