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...
Category: INSPIRATIONS
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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: A Poem for Parenting Preschoolers
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 si...
Not What I Expected
READ OR LISTEN (8:00 MINUTES) FALL 2017 The nurse pushes my wheelchair passed spacious rooms overlooking a hillside forest while my husband carries my bo...
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 echoin...
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...
Like Three Seasons at Once
I appreciate a tri-tone leaf green, yellow and red all on one like I relish in a tri-tone street like I savor a tri-tone state of mind. Our block this week seem...
Partly Cloudy with Scattered Leaf Showers
we climb the hill to roll back down it we climb again to sit on it Linus hops rock to rock talking about bugs and prying caps off acorns to “help the squi...
I Watched a Leaf Fall 170 Feet
The gorge is dim and cool. Where moss does not cover the walls, wet rocks glisten. The roar of the waterfalls grows louder until our route suddenly flanges out-...
One Thousand Gifts IV
I have been reading a borrowed copy of The Valley of Vision, a collection or Puritan prayers and devotions from John Bunyan to Charles Spurgeon. I recently read...
Reaching for Hot Cocoa; Holding Lemonade
September is indecisive. Yesterday talked like fall; today is acting summer. The sun is warm; the air cool. This soft green green grass feels cold through my je...
Autumn Dear
Good morning, Autumn. This week, nights have progressed from air conditioned to windows open to windows shut. This morning the wood floor was cold beneath my f...
The Beauty and the Might
I look up from the full table, beyond the long white porch of Lauren’s rental cottage, at the changes on the lake. Before breakfast, savory crepes: eggs, ...
A Matter of Life and Death
There’s something about gentle nourishing rain in a graveyard on a summer day. Especially this lush hillside 19th century cemetery. Ancient hemlock trees, mos...
3 Thousand Different Kinds of Beautiful
1) Sunlight on water can be a thousand different kinds of beautiful. Even over the same body of water, this East Texas lake for instance, every morning sky ref...