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The photo taken by Christine Valters Paintner is the reflection of St. Patrick’s Cathedral in NYC in the shimmering glass of an adjacent office building. I am a big fan of Christine over at Abbey of the Arts, the abbey without walls—a virtual one if you please. The following poem is my submission for her [...]
I have not been minding my mind very well since I started writing this little series 10 days or so ago. I got mad at the guy at the mortgage company who isn’t really a person, but talks like one. And when I told him that the money he’s playing with (‘Making Home Affordable’) [...]
When my Dad’s Dad died, Dad’s Mom already having passed on as well, my Dad and his three siblings chose to go to his retirement apartment (in the Lutheran Village that Grandma and Grandpa moved to which was 300 miles away from anyone in the family, which hurt all the siblings) and try to make [...]
The judgment of my judgments is enough for my habituated mind to climb aboard the hamster wheel of regrets, misdeeds and failings. There is no way of getting off this carousel this prototypical Hotel California except for re-directing, with humor, loving-kindness and compassion. Much like we do with young children. More and more frequently I [...]
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Begin yet again sweetest words spoken by mother piano teacher biology professor watercolor instructor writing coach spiritual mentors. Always available The next fresh moment. Lotus Ann—10 month old and a true master of beginning yet again. Here pictured with her Grandma Beth, who is a novice at what Lotus knows instinctively how to do. Denver, [...]
Each moment ever Mysterious, unfolding Magical, unknown. Written in response to One Single Impression’s prompt “beginning”; thanks to Leo of I Rhyme Without Reason for this week’s prompt. Shuffle on over to OSI for more great poems related to beginning. ]]> Bookmark on Delicious Digg this post Recommend on Facebook share via Reddit Share [...]
Into the green-leaf spaciousness of summer, Into azure-sky, reservoir-cool depths of blue, Into the sinking of a knee and carving of a ski throughperfect pitch powder, linked to the sky and the wooden cross on the cinder cone, drawn by gravity into the trees below. Letting go. Into the magenta heart of laughter, Into the [...]
the daily is what does not trip off the tongue the unanswered question of ‘what’s new’ a filling and emptying of baskets of time with soft dirt, so ordinary. all summer long, i thought i would be the one crying out and skipping summer is a time for loudness and i am found quiet and [...]
Torn to tiny shreds My neurotic cocoon of Fear, once beloved, yields. Written in response to One Single Impression’s prompt “cocoon”. Thanks to Tammy Lee of Beauty Flows for this prompt. Flutter on over to OSI for more great responses to this prompt. ]]> Bookmark on Delicious Digg this post Recommend on Facebook share via [...]
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