Loss and Life…

24 02 2013

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Creative with eye and hand…

Relationship treasured…teacher, role model, friend;

 

monsters rise from within…

reckless abandon chosen…

a life changed…

a friend lost…

 

and now I do what I know to do this morning – grieve and pray;

then I water the sun-bathed plants that gaze out my office window…

wanting to add to life in whatever small way I can…





Winter Haiku

20 02 2013

icicles at wisp

 

 

 

 

 

winter’s ceaseless haunt,

 

mirror of our inner soul,

 

color will bloom – wait…

 

 

 

 

 

CROMWELL FLOWER





Simple Beauty…

16 02 2013

a Pendle Hill (a Quaker study and retreat center near Philadelphia) conifer…DSC_0175





Clarity in the Sand…

15 02 2013

snapshot of life

 

 

 

 

 

 

Life –- jumbled . . . tumbled;

chaotic and confused;

directionless and in disarray;

a palette of paradox . . .

 

unexpectedly — a snapshot in the sand;

a flash of clarity;

grains of countless hope;

Light begins to dance along side my unsure steps . . .

“jumbled-ness” turns to adventure;

chaos a playground for creativity;

directionless is laced with purpose;

paradox illuminates exquisite hues . . .

my foot pushes from the ground toward the unknown;

 

a gift imprinted in the sand . . .

 

 





Bowing to Murky Waters…

12 02 2013

Choptank creek

 

 

 

A current of anxiety flows steady within;

What is your name?

Expectation?

Fear?

Who are you that muddies the stream?

 

My spirit is preoccupied —

I bow to murky waters . . .

 

Eyes turned toward shadows,

I have no notice of the warmth that bathes me — anointing me;

Light illuminating life all around me — within me;

Light bidding me to live love in the present . . .

each “present-moment” accumulating into my future . . .

 

Awareness slowly dawns . . .

Orientation of genuflect and gaze begins to transform . . .

 

 





I wonder…

9 02 2013

rusted car door 1

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I wonder what hands have opened this door?

I wonder for what, for whom, and to where?

And I wonder about its story of how it ended up here?

 

I could ask the same of me…





Pilgrimage

6 02 2013

CLINGMANS DOME SUNSET 3

 

 

 

How will I live this life?

The choice is always before me…

SUNRISE 9

I stand on a precipice;

My eyes gaze upon a vista I do not know…unexplored;

Excitement and anxiety dance within…

I hear a calling…I feel it deep inside my spirit…

a pioneer in a land of discovery…

a pilgrimage toward the sacred – trust…letting go…