I’ve had a lot of time to think this past week while lying around recovering from pneumonia. Most of the time my mind has been blank, but as I regained strength I began to think of how to better take care of myself so I don’t get sick so often. This got me wondering about things my mother told me that could be helpful. Surprisingly, the list came easily:
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The title of this blog borrows from a poem in Space Between called “The Way.” It turns out to be good advice, especially when traveling.
I am delighted to announce that my new poetry book, Space Between, is now available!
You can find it at the following vendors today, with Amazon distribution coming soon. Continue reading
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A friend recently gave me John O’Donohue’s book, Beauty, and it helped explain why beauty is so important to me. If you have read my memoir, perhaps you recall the last paragraph about beauty: “We can own a photograph, or the land that forms its backdrop, but ultimately beauty owns us. It is us, in all our shapes and colors, in our various moods, in every season of our lives. We are beauty, and each of us belongs.” I have often wondered why I ended the book that way. When I opened O’Donohue’s, Beauty, I understood. Continue reading
Nature has been on the rampage lately. Wildfires, earthquakes, and hurricanes have
kept the weather in the news and prayers in our hearts. Thankfully, all the people I
know in Florida have survived unscathed.
Here’s what I wrote a few days ago after my morning ritual of meditation in the hot
I was in Wyoming a few weeks ago and had the chance to visit my uncle’s former ranch, whose land he gave back to the public as “The Laurance S. Rockefeller Preserve”. Continue reading
I was walking near the woods in search of wild strawberries when my eyes lit upon a most unusual moth. Just hatched, its wings were one third the size of its abdomen. I reached down and it grabbed hold of my finger.
I watched in amazement as its abdomen pumped liquid into its wings, tripling them in size within an hour until they were longer than its body. Continue reading
While I have not been writing posts for a while now, the birth of our new Morgan colt has come at a welcome time after the loss of my father. Valley View Rock n’ Roll, or ‘Rocky’, arrived at 2am last Thursday, May 26th. Continue reading
For those of you who weren’t in attendance, the following poem I wrote was included in my dad’s memorial. I am happy to share his parting gift with you.
Sitting in your empty room,
the sun yawning in the East,
yesterday’s departure heavy in the air,
remembering brown leaves and branches
now threading shadows on snow.
Oh, the green will come again,
as sun will flood through windows,
but it’s barren in here now.
The daffodil that kissed your foot
is withered, drooping on the bed.