This morning page is forming in the cocoon of the great windowed room, of the green chair, the purple couch, the sleeping dogs and slow risings of dear visiting sister-friends,...... Read More

I have begun practicing yoga and my favorite pose is called cobbler’s pose–the pressing together of the souls of the feet with knees bent out. Favorite because I can do...... Read More

Days    What are days for? Days are where we live. They come, they wake us Time and time over. They are to be happy in: Where can we live but...... Read More

I know the woman’s voice by heart, the one that comes on and tells us we are now approaching the stop for ‘Table Mesa.’  The tone of her voice is...... Read More

How do you tell a child about death? Perhaps you find some picture books on the topic, and you sit, side by side to read, to talk about the person...... Read More

I will lay aside unwanted baggage— Baggage that weighs me down, Limits my going out and My coming back again; Baggage that fills my mouth With unwanted words— Words that...... Read More

The darkness around us is deep. –William Stafford   Hauntings Wavering light on shorelines, a coming murmuration. Those never arrived- at unsleeping places in dreams without beginnings. Cliffhanger endings. Bodyparts...... Read More

“…a confusion plain and nice…” Coffee in the Afternoon, by Alberto Rios “Flying planes can be dangerous.” Noam Chomsky I love a nice confusion:   The challenge of ambiguity, the...... Read More

    What if you knew you’d be the last to touch someone? ~ “If You Knew”, Ellen Bass   Several times a week I drive past the Grace Chapel...... Read More

We never talk much No heart to heart or idle chat Did you remember your pills? When is your homework due? No heart to heart or idle chat We let...... Read More