Another Mindless Moment
Seems I’ve been having a lot of these lately. Tonight, when I was preparing dinner, going through canisters to find some jasmine rice, I came across those plastic measuring cups – the ½, ¼ and 1/8 th...
View ArticleThe Heart’s Twin Sisters
My final summer reading was Buddha’s Daughters, a collection of teachings from women who are shaping Buddhism in the west. (In sweet synchronicity, I see the publication date is my birthday!) I didn’t...
View ArticleLast Sunday of Summer Morning Musings
Coffee in hand, I settle into the corner of my “sanctuary’s” sofa, the best spot for witnessing the dawning of a new morning, this, the last Sunday of summer. Poised on the equinox, a soft golden glow...
View ArticleWinter Frost
I Some times in winter’s dark moments I forget Beauty is just a breath a way. II It’s as simple as walking out to walking in to calm and a safe respite. III Morning sun glistening on snowflakes....
View ArticleWinter’s Pause
January takes her parting bow today. After a respite that melted most of the snow and foolishly tempted both plant and birds into thinking spring was soon to be, I awoke to a once again cold, white...
View ArticleWhy I Rise Early
Not every day, not every week, but enough mornings to know that rising early, before dawn, grounds me in the new day. Golden light on the emerald leaves of the laurel willow and last standing mayday....
View ArticleOne Year Later
It’s morning. I’m quietly sipping coffee, reading a novel that features an ensemble of Victorian era ghosts who hover helplessly perplexed, lovingly hoping the protagonist solves a mystery that left...
View ArticleThe Paradox That is My April
A week or so ago, during an early morning meditation, I sat hearing the furnace blow its warmth as the robin sang his heartsong, watching snow flakes float and whiten the new greening grass and purple...
View ArticlePerfume of a Pink and Purple Prairie Summer Morn
Top Notes Cool water fragrant with thin slices of near translucent cucumber. Tender pink of a wild rose petal. Tiny teaspoon of lemon ice, softened for a moment by the rising sun. Middle – Heart –...
View ArticleTonglen for a Young Robin
Sitting in my sanctuary on a Saturday morning. Journal open. Pen in hand to capture elusive night messages. Dream snippets. Coffee sips. Sudden thud on the floor to ceiling, wall-wide window....
View ArticleThen and Now
Yesterday blue sky puffed with cotton clouds sandy beach glistening palms rustle lush and verdant in the northern wind ocean striped in patches and pockets of aquamarine, navy, slate with ribbons of...
View ArticleWednesday Words
Considering Haiku… I Predawn April. Snows have melted. Darker now than winter even as the sun rises early. II Muted edges of night time dreams give way to morning musings. Which are more real? Which...
View ArticleThe need to simply do quite a bit of not a lot.
It’s a statement I typed in an email to a friend last week. Unbidden. True. I relish the sudden spontaneous emergence of such pithy truths. Like the time when I asked another friend for the gift of...
View ArticleSeven Star Sisters
Seven star sisters, each a Venus shining in the eastern morning sky. Skin glows like moonbeams in the cloistered light of the hammam Soft flesh – thighs, breasts and bellies Hair loosened, free...
View ArticleA Blessing for the HolyDays
May this Holyday season bring time to cherish all that is good and true and beautiful. May its dark days invite rest for reflection and renewal. May nature welcome you to its beauty, magic and wisdom....
View ArticleWinter’s Pause
January takes her parting bow today. After a respite that melted most of the snow and foolishly tempted both plant and birds into thinking spring was soon to be, I awoke to a once again cold, white...
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