My contemplation Begins in dark, ends in light Called by the bird's song. Source of all blessings You bless us with people who care for people they have never met, Who sacrifice for others they will never know, Who go hungry so the hungry may eat. May I be more like these saints … Continue reading Called By The Bird’s Song
Poets, authors, all Artists draw from deeper wells To replenish souls. Source Of All Blessings You bless us with mystery The unknown, the unknowable, and the unlikely. May I always open all of me Heart, mind, body, spirit To all that might be. Thank you for thin places Deep spaces Warm … Continue reading Artists Draw From Deeper Wells
Sitting alonely My breath becomes my only One-with-all, wholly Source of all blessings You bless us with red, rich wine and friendly puppies, Birds who sing in mornings and ministers for mournings. Thank you for all gifts unearned and earned alike, Even the gifts, unbidden, of suffering and sacrifice. You bless us with Love, … Continue reading May I Greet Each Day Like Opening Night
I owe ten thousand Tears for ten thousand species Extinctified. Gone. Source of all blessings you bless us with change we did not seek or want. You push us out of our ruts and comfort and ask us to learn and adapt and grow and question and survive and to thrive and to appreciate … Continue reading I Owe Ten Thousand Tears
Who shall I become I know who I am, my age Life is not over Source of all blessings, you bless us with lotion for drying skin, with blankets for a cold night. You bless us with the ability to forgive. You bless us with solitude when we need quiet reflection. May I provide … Continue reading Who Shall I Become?
Rain pushes back our hike Clearing skies fool those on foot But we soon join them Source of all blessings, you bless us with abundance in the midst of want, with health when others are sick, with warm spirits while others are cold, and joy out of suffering. May we honor and praise … Continue reading Rain Pushes Back Our Hike
My feet are covered Warm socks and blanket soft Outside the storm’s rage This time of year, sitting at the tipping point between seasons, I waver between melancholy and expectation. It’s a time of change, of emerging, and of energy. I feel that hope within. But I will miss the long night, the warm blanket … Continue reading Sitting At The Tipping Point Between Seasons
At 5:00 a.m. books Are written, before others Wake, and dreams come true. ~Written 12-26-19 Here are some haikus to complete 2019. This year I took up the practice of writing haiku. The purpose? To develop my abilities to express some small something that's really a big bigthing, succinctly. To develop my ability … Continue reading At 5:00 a.m. Books Are Written
Today’s Merriam-Webster Word Of The Day is “knackered”, which means tired or exhausted. I actually have used this word in an essay lately. It is a descriptive, fun word that is not used much, at least on this side of the Atlantic. There are words I have written in my journal that I would … Continue reading Savoring Speech
I’ll take a cloud float I’d like a root bier Please sir, a manana split ~Grasshoppuh Mike I have become enamored with reading and writing haiku's, as family, friends, and readers can patiently attest. I follow the guidance found in The Art Of Pausing, which I wrote about here, saying "...the theme of the book is pausing, but … Continue reading I’ll Take A Cloud Float
The Profound Bartender 
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