Tuesday, November 20, 2018

Each passing thought a shadow


Each passing thought, a shadow,
Casts its beam of hope upon our hearts
And then moves on, leaving behind
Faint memories of love or loss once known...

Monday, November 19, 2018

What story will you choose?


It’s your life, and it’s your story: you can choose
how to present it to yourself and to the world.
Is it a positive evolution or a series of setbacks
You can’t seem to forget or to forgive?

Sunday, November 18, 2018

Let your heart soar


Today’s a good day to release yourself;
To set aside, if only for a moment,
All the cares that weigh you down.
Breathe deep, and let your heart soar on the breeze.

Saturday, November 17, 2018

We are all connected


The truth is this: that we are all connected,
And any time we sever those connections
All of us become more vulnerable,
And our capacity for growth is endangered.

Friday, November 16, 2018

Prepared for change


What is it that we know about this journey?
Just when we think the end’s in sight,
We find it takes another turn,
Toward some new destination.
Always be prepared for change...

Thursday, November 15, 2018

Being an artist


Being an artist is not about what we produce.
It’s about showing up to the canvas, the page,
the instrument, the stage;
about making time to participate
in the cosmic (or if you prefer, divine) creative process.

Wednesday, November 14, 2018

Seeking the center


Circling round, and circling round,
And circling round again:
When will I ever reach that center point,
That stillness?

Tuesday, November 13, 2018

Upon the ring of earth


The mountain, set in stone upon the ring of earth:
a promise of engagement.
The sky puts on her wedding clothes
And dances her delight in sparkling slippers.

Monday, November 12, 2018

Step into the light


Come sit with me; step through into the light.
Together we’ll escape the dark,
Find shelter, peace, comfort, and hope,
And satisfy our thirst for the Divine.

Sunday, November 11, 2018

For all the broken and burned


Pray today for all that is broken and burned
In the world and in our own souls;
That what fragility has been exposed
May find its way to healing.

Saturday, November 10, 2018

Hoping for the best



Apparently my hydrangea
still believes it’s Spring — 
and who am I to tell her otherwise, 
when I, too, find myself hoping for the best...

Friday, November 9, 2018

Staying afloat


What can we do to stay afloat
In this topsy-turvy world?
Tie up to some familiar ideology
And hang on for dear life...

Thursday, November 8, 2018

Be kind to yourself


Be kind to yourself. Make time today
to see and to appreciate
the beauty in the ordinary.

Wednesday, November 7, 2018

Time to rise above it all


In a season where green concerns
Are being overshadowed by a wash of red,
We need to rise above; to trust;
to stand as beacons of light and truth;
To inspire and encourage; not condemn.

Tuesday, November 6, 2018

From a distance


How far back will we need to stand to see
the opposing thrusts of differing expectations
as part of a larger picture, a more balanced,
more cohesive whole?

Monday, November 5, 2018

Hoping for forgiveness


I keep hoping for all that separates us to recede;
For the tide of past infractions to glide away
and expose the ground that still connects us both;
That each of us might step onto the path of forgiveness.

Sunday, November 4, 2018

Always true



It always will be true:
That while some things are green and growing
Other things are dying.
The rain and dew and sun fall on them all...

Saturday, November 3, 2018

Keep your head down


Perhaps if we all keep our heads down,
concentrate just on feeding ourselves,
meeting our own needs, we won't notice 
that fog that's closing in, or the wolf around the corner...

Friday, November 2, 2018

Opposites can be true


When will we learn that opposites can be true;
That preconceptions color all we see;
That what seems like an obstacle
Might also be protecting us;
That one man’s dusk might be another’s dawn?

Thursday, November 1, 2018

We all bleed red


Look close: can you not see?
We all have veins; we all bleed red;
Each one of us unique and yet each destiny’s
To separate from Source, and fade, and fall...