“To err is human, to loaf is Parisian” ~ Victor Hugo “Paris is a city where time is best spent by doing nothing.” – Erich Maria Remarque Moments, thoughts, and things from Paris – the final stop on our trip…
Jehovah Shalom, The God who brings peaceYou have created us intricatelyWe are known from long before our first gasp and are seen beyond our last ragged exhaleEvery step and stage is known by youIn complexity and intricacy you have designed us and bear witness to our growth and developmentOh Curator of change who remains unchangingWe, … More A prayer for parents of teens
Bend and Stretch The inauguration of lazy summer mornings on July 1 was interrupted by urgent and violent trips to the loo, not by me, but by my poor husband. Over the course of the holiday weekend we spent many hours in ER, trying to resolve the issue – eventually identified as Campylobacter of unknown … More Six
Don’t tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass. ~ Anton Chekhov April is National Poetry Month, so it seemed fitting… When God made a woman He portioned Adam’s rib But when He made a mother He formed her from shattered stone And thread In the forge of … More Four
Don’t try to figure out what other people want to hear from you; figure out what you have to say. It’s the one and only thing you have to offer. ~ Barbara Kingsolver Nostalgia. The word, translated from the literal Greek, means “the pain of returning home”. Johannes Hofer, a Swiss medical student, originally coined … More THREE
Writing is both mask and unveiling. ~ E.B. White If you can find a south-facing wall in February, on a warmish day when the sun is shining, you can plant yourself in a chair and take off your parka, sit bare-armed with your face to the sky, and feel as though Spring has arrived and … More Two
“We all grow tired eventually; it happens to everyone. Even the sun, at the close of the year, is no longer a morning person.” ― Joyce Rachelle Well I think one could argue that “tired” is how we are all feeling. Tired of digging around in a purse for that mask, tired of runny hand … More 2021 –
On May 8, 1981, the Friday before Mother’s Day, my mom lost her battle with cancer. Today is the 40th anniversary of that date, and so it seems important to mark it somehow, to give the day time and attention and thought. I was a wee pre-schooler when she left, only 4 years old, and … More 1981
Winter collapses Sun sinks into horizon near nine Perennials emerging from rest, rain washing sleep from their eyes Hope Awakens in me . Bleakness crumbles Sun births from horizon near six Leaves emerging from darkness, light drawing life from their veins Hope Awakens in me . And yet even in Springtime the wind bites the … More The Last Mile is Always the Hardest
She waxes fire and fury Violent in temperament Savage hail and wilder winds Hurling arrows of searing rage across Blackened skies She settles broad and brimming Verdant to even shadowland Colour seeping from field and flower Drifting feathers of cirrus bliss through Cerulean vault She wanes tattered, threadbare Humble in submission A final feast for … More Eulogy
Wind and Bone 