Slowly and Surely (Note to Self)
Awake, O Sleeper. Arise and walk, —Slowly. . Step out barefoot and look for Venus. Shake the dew from the chamomile, Pop off the blooms and Plop them into your ...
Category: INSPIRATIONS
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Poem: Origami
PART 1 Sometimes circumstances surpass me. The experience sets me wincing and flinching. And I sense my composure unfolding, —Torn open by the wind. . An...
Poem: All Commands are Promises
(Rotate your phone to landscape) . Don’t fear. Don’t judge. Don’t lust. Don’t rush. Be good. Believe. Beseech. Belong. Don’t lag. Don’t hate....
Poem: The Invitation
What if God formed Adam with dirt and saliva, Then got down on his elbows And blew? . What if He waited, Close like an eager toddler, For Adam to open His eyes?...
Poem: Progress
So you bought a journal…
Poem: A Series of Surrenders
“They shall build up the ancient ruins; They shall raise up the former devastations. They shall repair the ruined cities, the devastations of many generat...
Poem: Damsel (Psalm 61)
From the ends of the earth, I call to you. O God, hear my cry. I shout it over my shoulder as I ride away. . Deep cannot call to deep. My brain is flat; my nerv...
Poem: Holy Wrestling
Paperback Bible flopped open on my lap Halted by a phrase a fleeting thought I grasp at it! . I catch it! And peace drops from the ceiling as the new view infil...
April 30, 2025
The great oaks fell. They were nestled too close, Their roots intertwined. The soil too wet from so much spring rain. . The wind flipped them over like a tossed...
Loosed Flock of Dreams
The lichen glows neon on rain-darkened tree trunks A breeze rustles droplets from each budding branch Then bursts out the sun making everything shimmer and the ...
Sing Muddy Bird
Like a muddy bird in a sudden sunbeam, For a moment, she believes she may fly, But the moment passes and She settles back down into the gray mud . Sing muddy bi...
Aglow in Your Gut
A glow in your gut Hidden somewhere under your ribcage Dim, like poisoned Tinkerbell. You want to believe! You want to believe! So, reach down and wrench it out...
Was, Is, Will Be
My name is Heather My name was, for a short pure spurt: springtime beholder of mystery faithful, wise, creative, truth-teller zealous leader joyful, beautiful b...
Willing
Rosy kitchen, my coffee steamy, podcast ready, muffin ingredients gathered.In waltzes the tiptoe maiden, carrying a stool.I pause the show, move my mug and sigh...
Not What I Expected
READ OR LISTEN (8:00 MINUTES) FALL 2017 The nurse pushes my wheelchair passed spacious rooms overlooking a hillside forestwhile my husband carries my boxes, f...
Autumn— Quiet, Peaceful, Restorative
September is cider, October is pumpkins, November is leaf piles, December is the hearth. Autumn is oven mitts and thimbles and a full library book bin. It is wo...
A Poem: But I am in the Woods
I hear a distant chainsaw But I am in the woods Is it a beehive in the vines? I hear a far-off car alarm Or is it birdsong? I hear a creaking door Or are those ...
A Poem on Life with Small Children
You may relate. – In Suzanne U. Clark’s The Roar on the Other Side: A Guide for Student Poets, she instructs students to write two poems, one about a caco...
A Poem: Our Clearing
Reds doodledoo in our gong-like metal barn.Pregnant cows moan from neighboring pastures.Squirrels dart down bare branches.Amid them birds sing a dozen echoing t...
A Poem on Orphan Care
I came across William Blakes poem, “The Chimney Sweeper,” in Suzanne U. Clark’s book, The Roar on the Other Side: A Guide for Student Poets. S...
Natures Role in Children’s Natural Development; My Memories and Theirs
I remember being six years old living in a log cabin on Texas acres. I remember sitting on the porch watching a lightning storm with my dad. And watching deer a...
Snippets from Old Winter Posts
Sunrise is muffled by a pale veil, but the snowy ground glows. The scene framed by my window pane looks like spray paint on sidewalk chalk: The sky is three pas...
One Thousand Gifts V
Inside the back cover my journals, I grow a list of little things I am thankful for. I started the habit after reading Ann Voskamp’s book, One Thousand Gi...
Snippets from Favorite Autumn Posts
I’m lamenting autumn’s pending ending. Especially this year, possibly the last of six beautiful years in New England where colorful hills spread lik...
Savoring the Last Snow. Hopes.
Funny how I yearly lament autumn’s pending ending yet the first snow brings joy. I never settle into winter, as long as it lasts, I wait wait for it to en...
Recapture Childhood Raptures
Remember childhood, when the small things evoked excitement and the big things, elation? Dandelions for instance. Dandelions seemed almost magical to me, their ...
Hang a Candy Cane on my Sugar Maple and Call Me a Pessimist
“Uhh it’s snowing” I texted Chris in his business school capsule “on November 8.” At lake level, it had been raining but as we asc...