I wonder. About that particular ceramic tile, the one among many decorating that fireplace in that particular country inn on a particular hill a bit on past the library in a certain village in New Hampshire I wonder. About the man (I guess) who set that tile, the one among many decorating that fireplace whether… Continue reading in particular
Balance heavily over the raging whirlpools of melted snow Littered with flecks of frayed moss cheering Palm sized stones who proceed in haste down the hill Intent on their timely arrival for Sol's brilliant finale Wonder cautiously before an imposing, sharp Tigerskin boulder motionless Draped in a blue shawl of light and air and gravity… Continue reading Up and Down
Sitting here one glass of wine into my evening, watching the water lap against the granite stone, feeling the easterly breeze tousle my too-long hair, holding a space for a Question of what may be next. Loving the uncertainty of what tomorrow and the next may offer, laughing at the absurdity of my constant searching, weeping inwardly… Continue reading Glimpse
Golden Mother guards, wipes, sings, feeds and holds she glows in the early morning sun. Crimson Mother teaches, cleans, cheers, totes and scolds she wafts from the scent in every summer rose. Chartreuse Mother counsels, waits, shares, cries and believes she hums in your ear during a chance afternoon pause. Violet Mother watches, worries, heals,… Continue reading Rainbow Mother
Within four walls I sit contented, contemplating a peaceful return but I'm waiting for a moment to permit worthy action; to the East the closet doors smile gently through the cracks of shallow shadow to the South the credenza drawers emit an antique aura of stale bounty to the West window glass gleams with manufactured… Continue reading Knock at the Door
Dani's Healing 