• Sex in the City

    I move gingerly down the front steps as the gray day is waning. A glance at my watch shows 10 of 5.   “Thank you, God,” I mutter, “there’s still enough daylight outside for a walk.” Soon it will be dark. It’s already dark on the other coast in New Jersey/New York, literally and figuratively….

  • Live Birth

      Light dapples on walls, gray/white ripples in shadows behind her.  Classical piano notes sound behind me as I gaze over her brown hair through the windows to the trees outside.    My mind goes back to another sun and shadow scene, she on the floor with her four year old toys, daylight streaming through…

  • Pink Dawn Do Over

    This viburnum blooms every year in my yard in January. That’s the main reason I bought it–to have some color (and fragrance) in the dead of winter.  I live in the Pacific Northwest and we have our seasons.  I’ll say. But there’s something else about January–the declaration of the joy of a new start. A…

  • Merchant Eyes

    I stroll in  for a ‘few’ groceries at The Hundred Dollar Store, stopping first for what passes for sustenance  (never shop when you’re hungry). The bright-eyed toddler tossed in the air before me while parents wait for pizza, kissed by dad, hugged by mom, she slyly smiles, curling into strong shoulders.   I push away,…

  • The World Awaits You

      Ecclesiastes 3:11 (KJV) 11 He hath made every thing beautiful in his time:  also he hath set the world** in their heart,  so that no man can find out the work  that God maketh from the beginning to the end.” **from the Hebrew, ‘olam’–“concealed, i.e. the vanishing point,  (generally) time out of mind,  (practically) eternity continuance, eternal, everlasting, …

  • Well {a #poem}

    “That’s a deep subject,” I’d oft repeat, to chide the speaker for such a lame, one-word comment. Well, indeed. I’m in it at the bottom, Swimming in my own tears drowning in grief that I must haul up bucket by bucket. But the hauling is needful– the bucket-at-a time tending a necessary process. The grief…

  • Making Time, Taking Time

    “I don’t have time for that.” “I don’t have enough time.” “I’m out of time.” “This is not a good time for me.” Oh–anyone else use statements like that? For the last few months I’ve had a default conversational setting, “You think you’re swamped? Well, top this.” The holiday season adds to the intensity…time is…