March: In like a lion, they say. Out like be-damned, or a ram, but the little lamb Mary once have had must have run away with the moon. Or the fork, or a bend spoon. And so we begin April: A turn of a calendar page, if you still have such a thing? I have many, I like the photographs and heavy paper.I like turning a page and knowing it's so and sows and sews Birth Day and doing the math to guess their age. That's a lot of spin arounds; I don't say this to them. I say may it be kind, gentle, joyful. May you be held in LOVE. And before you know it the page will be turned again, and I'll remember Gramma Annie saying time slows when we don't feeling well. And I'll add that into the card saying may you be held in stellar heath (and humor, I like to add this for good measure, and do hope it comes true for all my loved ones.) And with that I press a pretty postage stamp on the envelope and off it goes. xo

 March 2023

beauty bought at the market

wrapped, yet still, they catch the cold

the leaves crack and turn toward death

blossoms hopeful, hang on, and it's this

and a million other things offering hope

and so I change the water in the vase 

that once belonged to a favorite aunt

and the flowers go on living, offering 

joy and reason and reminders and love

xo

 

often it's untidy and broken things that call our names

it's fine to want to fix things, but sometimes the worn

weathered are reminders of where it is we come from

and how it is we are moving through this wild world

one foot touching the earth, dragging the other behind

 grayness presses itself against a morning sky and hearts

and all things soften and spread, and you can only say

beautiful before you begin again the search for treasures

xo

And just like that...xo

 

November 1, 2022

who am I do suggest piñóns, romaine lettuce, blueberries are simple foods
who am I to ingest the seeds of the very trees that raised me
and the berries that grew me wild
I know I am blessed
I know I am
blessed
xo

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SHINE

Shine was her name.

She wore it well.

Most say she didn't stay long enough, but I know better.

Gramma Annie told me we each come into this world with a certain number of heartbeats.

Use 'em up, she told me when I was almost too young to understand, but now I do: I use them hard and fast. I ride my heart like an untamed filly; a long wild mane circles the sky. 

I carry sugar cubes in my pockets. I paw the earth to know its rumble. xo

 

 

some things about summer are so spectacular

colors in the bright sun & the shadows at dusk

birds waking me in song at four in the morning

long days filled with time and temptations

 short nights & wild dreams I hope come true

xo