Return to Eden

A garden is such a gift to all who walk in it: 

It’s as if, for just a moment, 

We were returned to Eden; 

To the original purity of the world.

Contortions

Mama was determined to rest,

 But baby was determined to suckle. 

Ah, the contortions we go through 

To get our needs met…

Island life

How blessed to be 

Living by the sea, 

In the shadow of 

 These glorious mountains!

Oyster lessons

Watching the oyster farmers: A gentle reminder 

That while the tide must come in for growth, 

The tide must go out

 If we are to harvest that growth.

 Highs and lows both have their place 

If we are to evolve.

Blessings

May peace and light fill your soul 

Today and every day.

Predator safety

We spent a quiet day, 

Punctuated by bursts of rainfall, 

Reading and occasionally watching

 A pair of geese who appeared to be nesting 

In the field below the house, 

When suddenly they flew off, 

And just as you started to call attention 

 To their departure, an eagle flew in 

And perched in the tree above the spot 

Where the geese had been foraging. 

Of course, we thought. No one feels safe 

When a predator is near.

Fifty shades of green

So many shades of green in my garden, 

Each a beautiful addition to the whole. 

So many shades of skin in the world, 

Each enriching the human garden. 

Why would we not include them all?

Take small steps

Little creatures, 

Placed outside a hospital window 

To brighten a patient’s day — 

A small thing, but it shows that someone cares. 

We needn’t berate ourselves 

For all the large ways we cannot change the world, 

But we CAN choose to take small steps that matter.

For the love of Iris

It’s amazing, 

After a long dark winter, 

How much pleasure 

A single flower can bring.

A moment of stillness

Wishing you moments of stillness 

And peaceful reflections 

To soothe you in a turbulent world.

Mountain glory

The colors, the textures, 

The layers of clouds… 

Some mornings the mountain 

 Just blows me away: 

So grateful to live in her presence!

Happy Mother’s Day

Happy Mother’s Day 

To all — male or female — 

Whose hearts ache just a little 

On seeing this new fawn; 

For whom the sight of vulnerability 

 Inspires a longing to protect: 

We are the ones 

 Who will give life to the future; 

We are the keepers of the earth.

Lavender season

I couldn’t resist this drive-by shooting 

As I headed out of town yesterday morning. 

It’s lavender season here, 

And sometimes the plants are so amazing 

We don’t even notice the beauty of 

The manmade structures behind them…

Imagining more snow

After weeks of painting dark and gloom, 

A little burst of joy, 

Imagining a larger snowcap 

In our mountains than what’s fallen 

 To a mere 36% of its usual grandeur — 

Which means drought, already proclaimed for our state. Why bad news would inspire light 

I cannot claim to know, but still I’m grateful…

That undertone of sadness

The rhodies are blowsy with color, 

The lavender purples my view, 

The Queen Anne’s lace is sparkling, 

The golden chain has chained at last, 

The fawns are frolicking on the lawn, 

And even the sky is blooming with color, 

Why, then, this undertone of sadness?

Dual awareness

To hold both in your consciousness — 

The beauty that is near to hand 

And the beauty of the distant scene — 

Is practice for the challenge 

 Of comprehending simultaneously 

 Awareness of both the me that is your body 

And the me that is your inner aliveness, 

The spirit that animates that body. 

To know and rejoice in both 

Is to be whole and fully human.

First fawn

I watch with joy as the first fawn of the season 

Crosses my driveway with his tired-eyed mom, 

And I grow teary-eyed watching him nurse 

And romp about beneath my neighbor’s apple tree. Welcome to the world, Little One.

Peace offering

May the quiet peace of an early morning 

Fill your heart and restore your soul.

A call to justice

Some sunsets are simply irresistible: 

A sweeping, magnificent, breathtaking call 

To Hope, Faith, and belief 

That surely something 

Greater than ourselves 

Is capable of redemption; 

Restoration of the values 

Our forefathers worked so hard to put in place…

The Eagle’s Visit

On foggy days like today my windows are glazed 

With a delicate haze of gray, and yet 

My attention was captured by a small brown bunny 

Which paused, looked up, 

And bounded into the bushes 

Just as an eagle swooped in

His huge wings filling the window’s space, 

Then folding as he landed on the lawn. 

The great bird turned, and finding no bunny, 

Spread his wings and flew out over the sea. 

Amazing.

The last of the sunset

Watching the last of the sunset 

Through the lace of madrona trees 

We drink in the colors 

And breathe in the scents 

Of Spring.