In my night there lives a man who is the sun burning the mist from my morning slumber In unfocused half-wakefulness I see him truly and listen for the melody that is his and his alone bending my soul towards his I hear he is the rain gently falling on parched grass the mist that… Read More Bright star, he
In the snow trees sleep under their blankets of white and All is silent. Softly the snow falls in lazy spiraling dance in the blue black night I sit in the darkness savoring serenity.
Tonight a snow is falling that calls for stillness. There is no wind so it is falling straight down. I stand outside in it looking up feeling soft flakes caress my face and noting as I stand that the flakes that land on my gloved hands are tiny miracles of fractal art. No two are… Read More Snow
Look back with longing eyes and know that I will follow, Lift me up in your love as a light wind lifts a swallow, Let our flight be far in sun or blowing rain– But what if I heard my first love calling me again? Hold me on your heart as the brave sea holds… Read More The hawk and the King
I sit in the glow of the salt lamp. I breathe. I let go. I am. I am still.
A single candle flickers as I walk the path wending round bends in the dark while hidden figures block entrances of places I am not meant to explore The wind shifts suddenly and I find myself on the shore of an endless sea, waves agitating upon the sands shifting and I struggle feet sinking so… Read More Future
My teen years are dying. BEANNACHT AR NA MAIRBH Suaimhneas síoraí tabhair dó (dí), a Thiarna, agus go lonraí solas suthain air (uirthi). Tabhair maithiúnas dár ndeartháir (ndeirfiúr) agus tabhair ionad sosa faoi shíocháin dó (di). SIGN OF THE CROSS Eternal rest grant unto him, Oh Lord, and perpetual light shine upon him (her). Grant… Read More Dolores O’Riordan R.I.P.
Photo Credit Philip Schwarz Photography In my mind’s eye I can see it. The turn off Highway 53. The long winding narrow road through the trees that seems to go on and on without a hint that a beach and the wide expanse of the lake lay just beyond. There is a Native burial ground… Read More Wisconsin Point, Superior, Wisconsin
(Image by TripAdvisor.ie) In my mind I can see her; endless and blue, blue expanse to the horizon where the pale blue of the water meets the sky in a darker navy blue line. She is placid when I think of her, still and clear like a mirror. On the day I think of her… Read More The lake
“We can complain because rose bushes have thorns, or rejoice because thorns have roses.” ― Alphonse Karr, A Tour Round My Garden (photo by the Gypsy Girl (that would be me!) Today I spent outside. It is an unseasonably warm 60 degrees in November in one of the snowiest places on earth. You bet I… Read More Blue skies