Here and There

Wednesday, December 24, 2014

Advent Poem #3 and #4

Just for flow, I will put all 4 poems here now:

Advent Poems
Sometimes when a flock of tiny birds takes to the air suddenly
The sound is like that of one strong, large wing beating. 
Bigger than me.

A full moon rising.  Above everything that ever happens.
Inviting, warm.  Full of glow.
Shine on me.  Beckon me.
Make something glow bright within me when you’ve waned new.

Unbridled horse standing quietly in the pasture.  Perfectly free to be.
A leaping heart. 
Boundless.  Galloping further than you can see.
It’s you, feeling your worth.

Covering it all like the grass after a few days good rain.  Like the velvet covering growing antlers, soft and very strong.
Oh horse, Oh moon, Oh dear birds, all glimpses of its power.  Cover me fully and be the reason for everything I do.

Thursday, December 11, 2014

Advent Poem #2


A full moon rising.  Above everything that ever happens.
Inviting, warm.  Full of glow.
Shine on me.  Beckon me.
Make something glow bright within me when you’ve waned new.

Sunday, December 07, 2014

Advent Poems

This year, for each week of advent, I'm writing a short poem, in keeping with the weekly themes: Hope, Peace, Joy and Love.  While Week Two technically starts today, here is from this past week:


Sometimes when a flock of small birds takes to the air suddenly
The sound is like that of one wing.
A strong, large wing beating. 
Bigger than me.

Monday, November 17, 2014


This has been my least blogged year.  I don't miss posting or mean to and don't.  I just don't do it.  No biggie.  But it is interesting to see how 8 years and 3 kids change what happens in a year, or in a day.  I love this picture of Cesar Chavez park taken on Valentine's Day.  Lily at the top, Maggie on the bottom right. 

A daily affirmation that caught my eye on pinterest:  I am open to new ways of living. 

Shout it out!  I am open to new ways of living!  That feels expansive to me and my personal focus these days is EXPANSIVE.  Expand my thoughts, my heart, my capacity for compassion, love and joy.  Expand my consciousness to have the perspective of an older and wiser version of myself.  This is my prayer.

Sunday, October 26, 2014


Today I came across this, from Sonnets to Orpheus:  "It is Spring again.  The earth is like a child that knows poems by heart." 

What!  I am completely arrested by this line.  It isn't Spring, it is Fall, but I cannot help but exist in this picture of Spring tonight. 

Monday, August 18, 2014

Little Rascal

Summer is falling away...I saw it today in all the yellow and brown that seemed washed over everything.  There was mist up at Tilden even though we were there at midday.  The children played outside and picked cherry tomatoes and the squash plants are all covered with powdery bloom.  Drooping.  I lit a candle and it seemed to do a little something this evening...brought a little glow. 

So many sad and desperate stories are happening all around the world...terror, conflict,'s hard to read and listen and then try your very best to orient yourself toward God and a peaceable kingdom...just come already!  One of my favorite Ladysmith Black Mambazo songs is King of Kings and a lyric that is repeated over and over "Reveal yourself, reveal yourself, because we are directing to you forever Almighty"  In praying for peace there is no other way than to try to direct yourself to the Almighty as best as you can and hope some glimmer of hope or action is found there.

Thursday, August 07, 2014

Taking Leave of a Friend

Taking Leave of a Friend

Blue mountains to the north of the walls,

White river winding about them;
Here we must make separation

And go out through a thousand miles of dead grass.


Mind like a floating white cloud,
Sunset like the parting of old acquaintances
Who bow over their clasped hands at a distance.
Our horses neigh to each other

as we are departing.

Rihaku, translated by Ezra Pound


At Calaveras Big Trees.

Friday, April 11, 2014

Look for the Light!

After a week in New Mexico, where the sky and light changes were impossible to ignore because they were just so BIG, I am looking for the places where the light hits here at home.  Being in the desert was everything I needed it to be.  As we drove to the yurt in Abiquiu I was near tears feeling the place wash over me.  I was here.  I was here.  There was nothing else but to just be here.  It was helpful and felt very safe for some reason.  I wrote one poem, only one!  Despite my intentions to write much more, it was fine and I felt the therapeutic effect of the landscape, the departure, the time with family and it went in deep.

This is the picture I kept trying to find on a postcard to take home.  Georgia pulling the drapes open in her studio there in Abiquiu.  The view!  The geraniums in the coffee can!  The beams in the ceiling!  I loved it.  And carry it with me in my heart as true inspiration. 

This quote from Modern Nature, the Exhibit of hers and Steiglitz at the Deyoung is also a take-away for me:  “I wish you could see the place here—there is something so perfect about the mountains and the lake and the trees—Sometimes I want to tear it all to pieces—it seems so perfect—but it is really lovely—And when the household is in good running order—and I feel free to work it is very nice.”

Don't we all know that feeling! She is talking about Lake George in this quote, but it serves to describe the appreciation for nature, and New Mexico, well too.