Enchanted
Two Lake Superior Haiku Perched on ancient stone Plashing feet in cold clear blue Six years old again Splayed on rocky shelf Long worn smooth by waves and wind I breathe earth and fire AEP 8/29/20 I just returned from 11 days up north at a cabin on Lake...Inspiration from the Sands
Happy New Year? We returned on Thursday from meeting our kids in Oregon for Christmas. We spent a few days in Eugene and five days on the coast. While our reunion was sweet, parts of the trip were unusual: heavy rain, high winds and even hail a few times; colder than...A Deathbed Reclamation
Tomorrow is November 2, the culmination of an auspicious period for honoring the dead. It is also my dad’s 101st birthday. So I’m going to tell you a story about my dad, a kind of ghost story because it took place at his death. On May 8, 2008 I got a call at 2 am...Fierce
I think some older, fiercer being is emerging in me. I’m not sure what She will have me do in the coming months, but I want to tell you the story in case someone like her is emerging in you too. While She has been muttering to me for nearly a year, Her voice has most...Return of the Wind
Aaah…the wind has returned. My shoulders relax, my mind stills. I hear the ssshuush in the treetops; watch the flickering light in the leaves, a myriad of greens tossing in the breeze. Follow an occasional leaf or stick or seed as it twirls free to the ground. Notice...Share This Post
Welcome to Whisperings
“There is a place where words are born of silence,
A place where the whispers of the heart arise.”
— Rumi
I will ponder here what whispers to me in the silence. I’d love for you to whisper back; maybe we will all get clearer—or maybe, like in the old kids’ game of “telephone” we will end up somewhere else entirely (which would be fun too)
