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Leaving the long journey behind— The mountains, valleys, forests, The river, with a hint of anticipation, Hesitates at the threshold Before entering the sea. In the front is the ebbing tide, inviting it to come Deeper to further the journey. What’s out there?  Where did the fragrance Of wood and flowers go?  The blinding morning … Continue reading River

It’s not just because it’s one foggy spring morning, White blossoms of the dwarf weeping cherry transform The bare branches, it’s the warmth of the compost, With diligent worms working in the dark and cold. The love grows, sending muse not just to me but to us, The way we are fed and love the … Continue reading Invitation for Prayer

My son took this picture of the eclipse in Barre, Vermont.

Love has no desire but to fulfill itself: To melt and be a running book that sings its melody to the night, To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving. Kahlil Gibran

What if I tell you that it’s just a story, A story of small things, even the smallest things, You know all about them, like knit and purl, Picking up and dropping stitches to continue Or stop the pattern. What if I say that not everything is a poem, The gurgling, swollen brown river, after … Continue reading Why Write?

It could be the spring storm of snow and rain— Flooding the cornfield, and finches, chickadees flocked To the feeders next to the dwarf weeping cherry In front of the window, I open the medicine box, looking for grace— The best kind for healing and mending unfinished words. It’s Tuesday, the day after Monday, and … Continue reading Grace

by Khalil Gibran Keep me away from the wisdom which does not cry, the philosophy which does not laugh and the greatness which does not bow before children.

The daffodil and crocus stand in the March snow.

Take a deep breath, Gather ingredients- 1 teaspoon salt ¾ teaspoon pepper 2 tablespoons oil, 2 eggs 1 cup flour… Shift, mix till crumbly, add eggs and milk. Whip the mixture, pour it into a bakeware, Ready for flame. Life is measured in whole and fractions, Spun, shaped, and fired Into maturation, sipping tea, Dreaming … Continue reading recipe for good life