Tuesday, July 1, 2025

In praise of adaptation


Mother Nature as the ultimate recycler: 
Who can create a tree from seed, 
Then grow it tall, 
And when it falls into the sea 
Invert its roots and let them stand 
Upon a beach 
 In solitary splendor, as if to say 
Each phase of life 
Has its own purpose, which evolves. 
Accept, and rejoice in, the change.

Monday, June 30, 2025

When we follow the call


For years, I was known for making and selling Photographs like this one: 
Each morning I’d wake up early, 
To scout out docks with photogenic dinghies. 
But then I became a painter, and mornings 
Became devoted to reading, and meditation — 
An odd way, to be sure, 
Of preparing for the canvas — 
And instead of looking outside myself 
For subjects, 
I looked inward, waiting, hoping, for inspiration; 
For some way to create art 
That might somehow serve 
As a portal to the sacred. 
Despite the challenge, the shift has brought peace, Though I still find that small boats bring me joy.

Sunday, June 29, 2025

Embrace reality


Release your need to be the rose 
You were never born to be 
And accept with joy 
Your full hydrangea-ness: 
Instead of cowering behind 
The protective coverings you’ve grown, 
Allow your fullest self to emerge 
And trust that pale fragility 
Has a beauty all its own.

Saturday, June 28, 2025

Continue on


On those days when all is gray 
And you feel you’re sailing through a fog, 
Be reassured: the sun will shine again, 
And flowers will bloom, and branches 
 That once were bare will feed us 
With their fruit again: 
 The cycle will continue, just as 
 We, too, must continue 
To bear fruit and to bloom.

Friday, June 27, 2025

Garden secrets


The bucks are whispering secrets 
In my garden again, telling tales of domination 
And reassuring one another 
That just because their horns still bear 
The fuzz of spring, it doesn’t mean 
That they are getting soft, it’s just 
That summer has been slow in warming up.
 “But look,” they say,
 “The foxglove and the lavender 
Are at their peak, and soon we will be, too; 
Remember last year?” And they smile, 
Knowing the autumn fruits will soon await them 
In the trees: Plums, apples, cherries, 
 All ready for the taking.

Thursday, June 26, 2025

In gratitude


Today’s my anniversary: 
A year ago today, Prepared for death, 
 I underwent the surgeon’s knife, 
Which opened up my chest 
And my heart to new horizons 
Even as my dear friend sent this photo 
To let me know she was at my house 
To which she was convinced I would return. 
I’m grateful for so much these days: 
For life, for home, for friends and family, 
For my surgeon and all the hospital staff 
Who brought me back to health, 
And for the earth: The sea and sky and land 
That sustain me still in times 
Of fear, darkness and despair 
For all the brokenness in the world.

Wednesday, June 25, 2025

Improvement


An artist friend suggested I get cold wax, 
The kind that works with acrylics, 
And once I had it, I had to ask 
How best to use it, and he said, 
“Take a painting you’re not happy with, 
Mix the wax with colors not in the painting, 
And cover it up, then scrape it through 
 To expose what’s underneath,”
And so I did, and here it is. 
And now: is there a way to do this 
That could make the world a better place?