June 13, 2016

one pink rose


and one small smile

on a too-cool morning

in a garden

already running wild


and i am happy to let it run this year,
accepting my lack of control as i’m busy learning new things
and embracing life and loving people.
but we have our moments and we both understand
that we are always here for each other,
even in the midst of so much chaos.









May 25, 2016



today is

sunshine on my shoulders


let’s get lost


you decide




May 16, 2016

morning stands tall

with birdsong and beginnings


i sit and listen

palms open

ready to catch

whatever falls







May 9, 2016

in the forest of birdsong and sunshine

in the mishmash of life and survival and love

a delicate queen

holds court for a day

shy and

with the grace

of hidden





May 6, 2016

love, blooming

Nothing says spring to me like forget-me-nots.

They run rampant through my garden, and I’m happy to let them.

It’s going to be a weekend filled with love.

Mother’s Day and the grandbaby’s birthday.

A weekend to remember, for sure.


Wishing you a weekend filled with love and memories.

And Happy Mother’s Day
to all the fabulous mothers in my life.





May 2, 2016

the running of the green

And suddenly it was May and green replaced cold grey

and the world opened up to possibility.

Doors left ajar

reveal a symphony of song

and life being lived

as celebration more than survival

and my heart grows three sizes

every morning.


Wishing you a week filled with life.





April 8, 2016


leaning towards the light




March 30, 2016

the way every day changes you, a little

Lately, I feel silent. Not blocked or repressed or even melancholy, just silent.

So I sit with the quiet—watching life race by—with the patience of a flower waiting for dawn. It is the year of listening, after all, the word that found me back in January, the word that hovers over my left shoulder wherever I go. Maybe it’s age or grief or that other word, grace. Maybe it’s acceptance. Maybe it’s exhaustion. Not the bone-tired version, the depleted one.

Maybe I’m tired of trying on hats and never finding one that fits. Which makes perfect sense, because I don’t look good in hats. Some people do. My sister does. My grandmother did. I do not. But that’s okay. I kind of like the wind in my hair.

The sun is shining this morning and I know that I will find a way to get outside and feel it on my face. My freckles are tired of hiding in the background. It’s the season of renewal and I am tired of winter’s layers. March, the ever-steady soldier, marches on… eyes forward, almost there, almost there. In just a day or two, all will be surrendered to April.

The grackles and blackbirds croak and beep at a sky not ready to embrace them. No leaves yet for camouflage, no deep pools of shade. Perhaps we’re all feeling just a bit overexposed.

I think of all the mornings just like this one and wonder at the dust they’ve collected. Even so, I choose to leave them undisturbed. It’s not time for spring cleaning, yet.

I always sing when I clean and lately, I feel silent.






March 25, 2016

blue on blue

with a tiny bit of sunlight

mixed in

for good measure


wishing you a weekend of blue skies and smiles




March 18, 2016

fighting grey with yellow

because sometimes you have to stand up

and reach for the light

even as the day dawns darkly

and sometimes what’s right

must grow through black soil

gathering strength and dreaming

of valor






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