Getting Our Fill

You cannot receive too much nourishment from the universe any more than you can breathe too much air or tube roll too much. Last ones to leave this farm; we’ll be back for another dose of giddiness, hilarity and mirth. … Continue reading

Of Rivers I Walked Through

Of Rivers I Walked Through

It must have been the prayer from my breathor the Northern Flicker that escorted me through the woods.This bright home of coming to groundand the beckoning horizon of my life so far journeyed.Swept away here in the diming hour.This temple … Continue reading

Oh the Magnificent

Oh the Magnificent

I couldn’t let such a magnificent light pass through without at least one moment to enfold in its warmth, to be here, present…to break rhyme…hurry this season is shifting swiftly. But really I’m gonna savor every last drop of it.

A Stop to Taste and Reflect

A Stop to Taste and Reflect

Feeling a tad subdued, hiding in the shadows until I drifted past this storefront. It sweetly reminded me of a friend’s note passed to me with resounding confidence, “we reflect those we love.” Yes, indeed my friend and may I … Continue reading

Dancing Light

Dancing Light

“We have come from the light, the place where the light came into being by itself, established itself and appeared in their image.” – Gospel of Thomas (50)

We Are

We Are

Within us, motion and restAt every moment, present and perfect“We are its children and the chosen of the living father.”-Gospel of Thomas (50)

I Think It’s Beautiful When

I Think It’s Beautiful When

There’s a resounding degree of courage to be found in being the one who believes in the light, even when they cannot see it.

It Won’t Be Long

It Won’t Be Long

Things are not yet ready to be put to rest, but soon with warmth and wit from the earth underfoot, a growing hum, a pulsating resonance, rotating, elongating…ah an awakening.

This Tagine

This Tagine

For being a fêted find at a thrift on a discount day. A prized discovery for brewing up slow-cooked savory stews and keeping us warm throughout the transitioning days. My nest may not boast of a field of coriander running … Continue reading

Something More

Something More

ensuing with transitions of the seasons that seems to affect even playful boys. May I suggest stepping into a forest? One nearby a river is a bonus. I don’t go to the forest to be alone; I go to be … Continue reading