Again with a challenging day at work yesterday. If it was mental challenge of an intellectual sort, that would be one thing… a pleasure, actually. I love to try and have my mind roll and stretch in new ways. Mental yoga—who knew it could bend that way? But lately, the challenge has been far more…

I have a new print on my wall. It is a gift from a friend with whom I went to the Met this morning. We stopped outside to speak with an artist she knew who had a table of his prints displayed. This one is of two striped cats staring at each other…no faces, just…

Know what happened on the way to work this morning? It was quiet enough, still enough, for a brief, brief moment in the middle of Manhattan to actually be able to hear the sound of bird feet on the manhole cover by the bus stop where I was standing. You could hear the little clicks…

The Gospel reading for the Fourth Sunday of Eastertime is John’s story of the Good Shepherd. It isn’t often I find myself thankfully praising God for sheep as I swarm down Manhattan sidewalks with the rest of the hive. Rarer still, for one who prides herself on a certain capacity for insightful logical thinking, the…

The week was not an easy one for me. In an email to a friend, I said that “my head is spinning a bit and my heart is aching some, to tell you the truth.” Nothing radical happened. Nothing devastating. Rather, it was multiple things on multiple fronts- things that raise questions upon questions, things…

I walked into work this morning, coffee in hand and thoughts in mind, and was asked “Hey! How was your weekend?” “It was a good one, actually. Especially yesterday. Thanks– You?” “What exciting thing made it so wonderful?” And there I had to stop and think. Not about whether the day was wonderful or not,…

When your day begins in the pouring rain and the driver of the cab you damply hailed is chugging Red Bull… when a class of your students yesterday spent their time writing poems about decorum in the library (I figured, why not combine? It’s national poetry month and their behavior was markedly lacking in that…

It is a pleasure to have words before me as a potter has clay. I passed a glorious hour and a half this afternoon lost in my attempt to shape the vocabulary that had poured onto the page. Matching syllables, sounds, ideas, testing out the rub of words together… And then I thought about a…

After Reading Poetry in the Springtime My office, the satchelboldly slungacross passionate, thought-filled,writerly me. My desk, the tableon an uneven floor,tucked into the corner,though facing the world! My muse, the Spirit,swim-dancing in womenand men and the wholeof what fills my senses. My joy, to sing outwith pen in hand, Amen!Bring on love and lifein abundance,…

Alleluia! Lifting arms bedeckedwith prismatic sequins,droplets of joy froma rain of tears,I bow and breathe deeplyin the fresh garden glory of diaphanous petalsopen to taste new Spring, I dance with creationto the music of birth! ©MperiodPress