Flowing grateful

September 24, 2011

Today I’m grateful.

For a birthday breakfast.

Of food.

And presents.

Spiced with love.

And wrapped in hugs.


By a lazy rest.

In a dark cool room.

And a walk on the beach.

As pink light fell.

For a holey stone.

And seaglass.

Washed clean.

With Yoreh.

The first rain.


Like a long forgotten feeling.




Fighting windmills

September 23, 2011

Today I counted.

The ads.

And admonitions.

For elusive beauty.

And fountains of youth.

In miracle creams.

And botox vials.


Nips and tucks.

All promising.

A different life.


Fighting windmills.

But not wrinkles.


Getting older

July 10, 2011

There’s something amazing.

About older women.

Who walk in their own skin.

With grace.

And acceptance.

Letting life take them.

Where it will.

With elegant focus.


And curving.

The feminine.


And tasting.

The juice.

And flavor.


Each drop.

Trusting change

June 30, 2011

The notion.

That change must come.

Follows me.

Perched on my shoulder.

Like Pinocchio’s cricket.

While I try to ignore it.

Recognizing the toughness.

Of moving.

From a comfortable space.

Though knowing.

It’s more rocky.

Than it used to be.

Trying to align.

Faith and action.

And heart and mind.

To open.


Learning Tai Chi

June 22, 2011

Every Monday.

I learn Tai Chai.

And I wonder.

How the more I learn.

The harder it gets.

No longer fooled.

By its simplicity.

Or slowness.

But seeing something.

Of its depth.

Beyond me.

To remember.

To balance.

To breath.

To flow.

And not with the mind.

But the body.

Learning to connect.

With the empty.


Working the weekend

June 5, 2011

Thought today.

About my weekend.


When I started.

Putting dishes.

Before siesta.

And laundry.

Before a walk on the beach.

And how priorities.

Get turned around.

With the good stuff.

Left til last.

Standing in line.

At the end of the chores.

And made a promise.

To myself.

Next weekend.

Passing time

May 30, 2011

In the schoolyard today.

With my little one.

And glimpsed.

For a moment.

My twenty-year old.

Aged eight.

Running with a bag.

Bigger than her.

To hug me.

And thought that.

In spite of the wrinkles.

This passing of time.

Is a treasure.

That carries within it.


Of change.

And growth.

And new ways.

Not yet trod.

By young.

Or old.

“To everything there is a season, a time for every purpose under the sun.”

Watching butterflies

May 12, 2011

Hundreds of butterflies.

Filled the air today.

Colors twirling.

Around the car.

But only I saw them.

As I sat with others.


In thought.

Of time far gone.

Or not yet here.

But not of today.

When the butterflies went by.

Flowing grateful

May 4, 2011

Today I am grateful.

That in the chaos of work.

And change.

And corporate life.

There are friends.

Giving gracefully.

Of busy time.

And wisdom.

Hard earned.

Ready to share.

In success.

And less fine moments.

So that troubles shared.

Are halved.

Balancing the unbalanced

April 13, 2011

I’m counting the things I want to do.

The changes I want to make.

And I’m stuck.

Only counting.

From a place of the familiar.

And the known.

Afraid to take.

The leaps and risks.


Or to trust.

In the abundance.

Choosing not to balance.

The unbalanced.

Do not be too timid and squeamish about your actions.  All life is an
experiment.  The more experiments you make the better.  What if they are a
little coarse, and you may get your coat soiled or torn?  What if you do fail,
and get fairly rolled in the dirt once or twice.  Up again, you shall never be
so afraid of a tumble. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson