My baby girl sleeps cherub resting before her day. Seventeen now. My heart breaks for her new adventures college soon and more. Joy bursts out and pride just one more hug before you go. Be happy my sweet Lindsay your momma loves you and remember your way home. ❤️
Category: poetry
Poem of Instruction: Reminders to my Future Self
I was invited to write a poem of instruction. Maybe some words of wisdom to my older self. Something I want to remind myself later to remember. Maybe on how to be a pilgrim or an artist or a creative or a monk, or how to be a writer or a contemplative… I am not [...]
The Hydrangea
I notice the hydrangea huge dried flowers dingy paper petals still standing showing itself in the cold amidst the snow without leaves without warmth yet still showing itself I understand the hydrangea saying I am here I am still here finding the courage to show even out of season out of plumage unpolished and faded [...]
Curiosity
Another writing prompt from my class (Week 4 of The Spiral Way: Celtic Spirituality and the Creative Imagination at abbeyofthearts.com) was: “What is your inner source of orientation? What is your inner compass?” So I begin to wonder....Is it to face east toward Maine? The forest? The lake? The trees? What is my inner compass?? [...]
The Moments Without the Oar
I've been taking an online class on spirituality and poetry (The Spiral Way: Celtic Spirituality and the Creative Imagination - abbeyofthearts.com). It was a four week class and the final class was a doozy with several writing exercises. The subject was pilgrimage, specifically a form of Irish pilgrimage called Peregrinatio. Irish monks would be prompted by [...]
Morning poem
I am not sure where to find You today, Lord, so I'll start here... It is still on the back patio except for the siren of the cardinal, the buzz of the bee, the peck of the woodpecker, and Molly rustling in the bushes. A mourning dove joins the chorus, and other songs and calls [...]
