Surprise!

Is it truly less beautifulIn March?The flakes are hurtling through the airCovering the land with fullers whiteEach flake a crystalline work of artReady to sacrifice self as it is joins with othersCreating a snowy comforter atop the land.The spring birdsCluster at the feedersLooking for protectionAnd sustenanceOnly their hunger couldCoerce me out on this blustery morningCladContinue reading “Surprise!”

Rainy Day in the Mangrove

Challenges abound Synchronizing efforts and destinations Aboard a tandem kayak Sitting in a pool of brackish water Grey clouds blanketing overhead We enter the mangrove tunnel Camera in hand Ready to snap any birds Who might be silly enough To stop by on this chilly Florida morning Arriving in the dark of predawn Certain theContinue reading “Rainy Day in the Mangrove”

The Viburnum

My dad kept popping up in my thoughts I was planning a summer picnic More than once, when asked who was coming I included my dad. In fact, I said, “And, of course, dad!” The summer family picnic Was always held in August To celebrate dad’s birthday He loved the get togethers in his honorContinue reading “The Viburnum”

The Divine

To discover the divine Seek within the mundane Pay attention To the opening of your soul Recall moments of wonder, joy, delight, awe Raindrops Individually tumble through the sky Hitting the water with a splash And a circle Ripples Moving out Bumping against others Individuality released Joining into the lake More drops fall from heavenContinue reading “The Divine”

Independence Day!

Celebrate independence, freedom Feels a bit contrived this year So much threatens our nation Infighting, violence, politics, greed, disease Nevertheless, we have survived worse For deep within our nation Are planted Seeds of democracy The aspirations of freedom, equality, life, liberty And the pursuit of happiness Remain woven into the fabric of our union OurContinue reading “Independence Day!”

Putting Down My Fork . . . Between Bites

Recently while eating in silence with mostly nuns I became aware that I was rushing I saw myself merely shoveling the food in As I have done for years Always hurrying to the next event. But during that meal In silence I had an awareness of the preciousness Of each moment. I became open toContinue reading “Putting Down My Fork . . . Between Bites”