I like snow blankets better
Out of the deep cold we rise to put on a shiny new coat of ice.
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Telling stories so that I might live
Recently I ran across a digital scrap in my computer that is now bouncing around my brain – something I jotted down last August, simply: “Who tells the story? How we tell the story shapes the meaning.” As illustrated by the weekend controversy over the red capped white boys + native elder on the steps …
Life’s questions….
How does one live when melty mud and shades of grey paint across the view?
Thinking about this day 17 syllables at a time…..
Some days do not offer an obvious sentence with a good photo. The curbside recycling truck did not come today and I don’t know why. I hope that meeting will turn up the puzzle piece I’ve been looking for. For everything there is a season, but what thing was that season for? How big was …
The absurdity of Coincidence or a window to the most true things
I believe that people laugh at coincidence as a way of relegating it to the realm of the absurd and of therefore not having to take seriously the possibility that there is a lot more going on in our lives than we either know or care to know. – Frederick Buechner Today I was sorting through digital …
Not too late
Lace up the skates and cue my courage – I wish I’d learned when I was young!
Awesome wonder
Tonight I saw a super blood wolf moon eclipse, and thus sings my soul.
When – Daniel Pink
….the path to a life of meaning and significance isn’t to “live in the present” as so many spiritual gurus have advised. It is to integrate our perspectives on time into a coherent whole, one that helps us comprehend who we are and why we’re here. I was inspired to read When: The Scientific Secrets …
Becoming – Michelle Obama
My father, Fraser, taught me to work har, laugh often, and keep my word. My mother, Marian, showed me how to think for myself and to use my voice. Together, in our cramped apartment on the South Side of Chicago, they helped me see the value in our story, in my story, in the larger …
Winter Colors
The trees are all dressed in rime ice coats and it is glory to behold.
Sunshine on a Gloomy Day
This furry yellow smile is my sun on this ice-cold, foggy Friday.
Poetry mustn’t be fancy, Mary Oliver said
What a gift she gave us – poetry generous, grounded, plain, and true.
Innocent until proven guilty
I was excused from the jury box today and won’t have to decide.
For the person(s) who stayed at the emergency cold weather shelter and slept in these sheets last night
Wherever you are tonight – may you find comfort, care, and shelter there.
American Sentences: Holding Joy and Patience
“….haiku as a contemplative practice….that is, to prepare yourself to be touched by beauty….” John Paul Lederach When I’m out walking, I sometimes think about John Paul Lederach’s description of haiku as the finger-tapping choreography of life: It combines the beginner’s mind — what we might call joy, with ancient wisdom — what we might call patience. How do …
Branches
Sometimes you can’t know the choice is a fork and you won’t ever come back.
Some days it comes easy
Day after day, year after year, I walk these paths and watch for the beauty.
Echo – Pam Munoz Ryan
Your fate is not yet sealed. Even in the darkest night, a star will shine, a bell will chime, a path will be revealed. I have mixed feelings about this middle grade fiction, but overall, I thought it worked okay. It is a story with distinct parts, I would have liked more of some and …
Buster Keaton and Charlie Chaplin
Silent film night at the theatre where music carries the story.
Zero Degrees Fahrenheit
I pull on layer after layer, but she always wears the same coat.
The dark will not last forever
A bundled up run in some rare bluebird sun helps me to remember.
How I got hooked
Tonight on my walk I remembered when this was my living room view.
My boy, this first week of January
If you are looking for him, he’s probably by the fire reading.