I was sitting at the Farmer’s Market this past Saturday and someone said “Do people regularly stop and ask you stuff when you’re out and about? Directions, stuff like that?” “Um…Yes.” “I’m not surprised…” and off they walked. Sunday liturgy at the house where I live has stopped for the summer—a great opportunity to branch…
Tag: Humanity
On Being Glamourous: A Poem
On Being Glamourous First thoughts on beingglamourous: Me? Never.My friend, yes!: bearing, colours,sparkle, and intention.Intentionally, authenticallybeing fullness and glory,adorned with truth that turnslight into spectrums of possibility,all of which speak of Yes, this too fits. Second thoughts on beingglamourous: There’s a radiance,isn’t there, deeper than bedazzlement.A core motivation toward a freedomthat seeks its release—This lovewithin…
From the Journal: Breaking Music
23 April, 2026 8:53 AM At Java Blend because the frame shop on Kempt is not yet open to pick up D’s painting. A phrase I’d add to the list of others I had going at the end of the last journal insert—the list of “Phrases/Quotations of Late”—would be from A Good Story by Ada…
Atmospheric Pressure…
It began yesterday when I came home from an errand and parked the car in the spot facing the house and right beside the sidewalk. Something in the car caught my attention so I sat for a moment, looking down. When I raised my head, there on the sidewalk, perfectly framed by the window, was…
In Full Bloom: A Poem
In Full Bloom It snowed today—with purpose and courage; but,that will not be my memory. The flakes huddled on wires and branches;sculpture was crafted; however,my abiding image shall be another. There on the sidewalk, passingmy left shoulder, came, I suspect,The Holy Spirit. Yellow cat eye glasses;Wool coat in olive;and a sky blue-coral bag. In full…
Within my own warm keep
8:23 AM Saturday, March 14 After the gradient of greys and dark moody greens of Point Pleasant… After the Market… with a flat white, a plain croissant, and gratitude. Oh, and two loaves of sourdough. Caffeine, carbs, and gratitude… Went to Laughing Whale and was greeted with “Our first customer and it’s YOU!” A smile…
Caffeinated Camaraderie
I have written before about my Saturday ritual of going to the Farmer’s Market down by the water. My first stop is usually Laughing Whale for a cup of goodness. Often, the barista there will greet me with “Flat white, right? Kim, is it?”. The last time he did this, I grinned and told him…
A Periodic Table of Hope
When I am truly hot and in need of something to drink, I’m not thinking sparkling water, crushed ice, and a twist of lime, please. I’m thinking water, from a garden hose, in a glass, from the sink tap in the scoop of my hand (a most useful skill my mother taught us at a…
On beholding…
From the journal…15 October, 2025 6:29 AM…Good Morning. Am at the end of the hall with chai, waiting for the sun to rise. I just wrote to R about one of the wonders of sunrise being the awareness of the turning of the Earth. To know with such wonder that I am beholding the handiwork…
Real is Real is Real (Sorry, Gertrude…)
It’s a pansy, not a rose…ergo the apologies to Gertrude Stein who pointed out that a rose is a rose is a rose… But the “equality of real” was something from a conversation yesterday when noting with a friend that no one thing taken in by the senses is any more ‘real’ than any other…
Consider the Lilies 