I have been writing in some form, for most of my life. Grateful to a teacher in the 9th grade who assigned us the task of 10 poems, which forever inspired my love of poetry.

Longing. July 2014

Go to the limits of your longing…and jump in the clear blue waters…know it by its taste and how the flavors dance upon your skin. Let everything happen to you… let those moments swim in you and around you as life markers on the trail…into the undergrowth and up the trees for that sky view to remind you of progress.

To go or not to go.  April 2020

To go or not to go. The front door. Outside. Inside. It matters not, unless you can’t decide. Waiting… for the right moment. The oracle of a doorway…. Opening for a question. The oracle of a doorway…opening for adventure. Pause…silent tense listening with all your senses… The energy stream is rolling by and all you have to do is step aboard. The conductor beckons, calling out “free tickets,” “free tickets,” get your free tickets… Crisp suit…steam vents puffing. All aboard the conductor asks. Yes! And you leap from the front door…a mad dash to the train, the stream, the adventure path. OMG the smells are gorgeous, the colors wonderful. A kaleidoscope of goodness streaming past your consciousness. Sunlight and shadows, breeze and stillness, even the bugs come along for a ride.

Can you feel it? Everything seems to ask. Can you feel it? The aliveness pumping through veins of everything. Vibrational breath of life. The crispness of everything, like lettuce in the crisper or a fresh carrot plucked from the garden. Alive. The rocks are humming…a real outdoor rock concert. Crowds of bumble bees zoom past, going for the best seats… Flower petals and leaflets, the softest swing and sway. Everything alive as trees tap their branches against the moon…keeping time to the music. Its everywhere, can you hear? The beat and the jive and the juice. Its all around us, keeping track, keeping the beat, the jive, the juice. Alive. (To Go or Not To Go: Inspired by the pandemic and a season or two of sheltering in place) 

Wisdom. August 2019

Wisdom sits in spaces…drifting along…tucked into sweet corners…eclipsed in euphonies. Writers block they call it…or maybe it’s just the zoning out instead of tuning in….. Cauldron experiences are swimming in my solar plexus. Literally. When I drift into my headspace, in the attic above the mirror, there is a garage sale going on.  Vise grip claws cling like memory. Don’t let me go! Seem the silent screams…all ages and fast beating hearts. Looking at this pile before me, of freebies…stuff sitting in energy pockets…collecting dust, like the holding pattern of my soul. I realize I am free…to step off the conveyer belt anytime.

If you’re Afraid to Get Started. October 2018

If you’re afraid to get started….do it anyway. If a tree falls on your foot…eat clouds for breakfast and snack on leaves. If you find it hard to walk…ride a horse and dance through time. If you loose your way…find yourself. If you can’t find yourself…find a tree and rest until you do. If the trees stop talking…listen to the roots. If tomorrow time stands still…sleep in and dream. When you wake, remember the night rainbow and paint her stories in a book. If you can’t sleep, paint your toe nails and sing songs. If you’re tired of asking questions…answer them. If the questions stop breathing…listen to the song in your heart and follow that wisdom instead. If you want to stop…stop. If you find yourself sad…pick wild flowers and sing to the moon. (Inspired by the children’s book “If you’re Afraid of the Dark” 1979. Cooper Edens)