did you write today?
blinks my phone insistently
the question must be answered…
to clear the clutter I lie
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Tag: Day to Day Life
On Being Present with Fear
“Will I be OK?” he asked, sitting on the edge of the pool.
“Of course! Mommy and Gammy are right here!” To myself I thought, “Even on the bottom step the water would only reach your chest. Why is this such a big deal?”
We were swimming for the first time in a long time. He only came to watch his baby brother swim, but something in him still remembered the exhilaration of moving through the water. So, he consented to wear a swim suit, and then decided to put it on in advance. When we arrived, he put his feet straight in, bottom firmly planted on the side of the pool, kicking and splashing.
But now we were asking him to go all the way in.
“Will I be OK?” he asked again. Continue reading “On Being Present with Fear”
On the Brink
Sometimes in the darkest part of the night
I play my old cassettes to fill the overpowering silence
A familiar cadence of thoughts blares out, ready to lend meaning to any moment
Those tapes remind me of who I am, what the world is like,
How hard to slam the door on the way out of giving a damn –
You know, all the important things
On Arriving Home
Today I sit quietly at home
Allowing it to be my home again,
although it feels somewhat foreign.
Continue reading “On Arriving Home”
a moment in early morning
freshly washed pavement shines, unfamiliar depth to its color, as damp earthiness rises from the planters full of bright geraniums, almost red, almost orange – a chill in the air invigorates as I fall in step with the crisp click-clacking of purposeful feet moving down the sidewalk to a breakfast companion’s embrace or to a […]
The Feet Will Follow
I come with questions
With desires
With complaints
With confusion
Yet I am sent out with joy!How? Continue reading “The Feet Will Follow”
7 Haiku for the Land
My feet hit the ground;
Land my people do not know,
Shoe-shod as always
Shoes keep dust at bay,
Clay put in its ‘proper’ place
Engaged on our terms
Repeat the Sounding Joy
There are many beautiful traditions to love at Christmastime: nights alight with dazzling displays, neighbors sharing family favorite treats, music evoking decades gone by, candlelit churches keeping vigil in song, gifts that bring delight and joy.
But every once in a while I wonder… why is it that I love Christmastime so much?
Is it the pumpkin spice lattes and repetitive playlists? Are we really that enamored of turkey that never gets done cooking at the right time or kids hyped up on sugar?
Delight
A young child dissolved in giggles at his very first joke,
repeating the punch line in sheer bliss
A red-cheeked adventurer standing high above the town
on a sapphire-blue morning, enraptured in the frosty air Continue reading “Delight”
Ask Me a Question…
The most important questions cannot be asked with a
what,
when,
where,
why,
how.
The fundamental questions require a Who. Continue reading “Ask Me a Question…”
In Pursuit of More 