American Sentence

This furry yellow smile is my sun on this ice-cold, foggy Friday.

What a gift she gave us – poetry generous, grounded, plain, and true.

I was excused from the jury box today and won’t have to decide.

Wherever you are tonight – may you find comfort, care, and shelter there.

“….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 …

Sometimes you can’t know the choice is a fork and you won’t ever come back.

Day after day, year after year, I walk these paths and watch for the beauty.

Silent film night at the theatre where music carries the story.

I pull on layer after layer, but she always wears the same coat.

 A bundled up run in some rare bluebird sun helps me to remember.

Tonight on my walk I remembered when this was my living room view.

If you are looking for him, he’s probably by the fire reading.

We are good walking pals – I stop for pictures, she stops for yellow snow.

Who knows what running will be for me this year, but today it was good. 

Parties, and gifts, and time off are all through, but the Christmas trees still stand.

Seed catalogs come on this deep dark cold winter day and we rejoice.

Missy Woo, golden girl of the sorrowful eyes and triangle ears. 

They will remember the snow,  backyard forts, and also a yellow dog.

The Paperwhite delivers a first day promise: there will be beauty.