Gravitas and Hope

Gravitas and Hope It is a weighty thing,humanity.And yet and still,we are light enough,we are enough light,to see the branch of another pathwayand tell the storyof also knowing how to fly.

All Saints

All Saints I count on the closeness of Saints.Those that I know have touched down,have pounded upon this earth, kneadingit, thumping it, tripping, falling, dancing;each step, however managed, taking themonward in this adventure. They have livedand shown others the edges of their full humanity;lived as who they are because anything lesswould not cling rightly to…

A Psalm of Vinegar and Molasses

A Psalm of Vinegar and Molasses  How wondrous are your flavours,oh Lord of balance and surprise; How wondrous to spend time within the intimacy that is cutting board and quiet;that is the scent of toasting seedsand the crack of release when they are pressed against the grain, leaving for history an echoing amenbefore being pinched up to dustthe glory…

Before the storm

On Picking Herbs before the Storm Time has a smellwhen it holds fast,spinning in place with no advance.It is the scent of concentration,when outward turns inwardand motion is slowed intoa thickness of feeling. Somewhere within thatthough, I learned from the looseattentive, herbal, allure of basil, and mint, and green’s own thyme—Incense and prayer,Incense and prayer,Let it…

But by Fascination

After St. Andrew’s…4 September, 2022 But by Fascination Not by force but by fascinationdo I unfold my blanket, do I open wide my senses,all of my senses, beneaththis wild and knotty treeand stand outstretchedfully knowing that this,this, is how she learnedto receive life into her embrace and to setit free to fly onward, freeto fly…

A Memory, A Photo, A Poem

Black-Eyed Susans Once, I spent a summer vacationbuilding a siphon that broughta bucket of waterfrom the kitchen landing downstairs and past the ivy wallmy grandfather would trim,across the narrow drive and once again downthe hill I would roll uponuntil reaching the apple trees,laden and raining their green gravel. From there, captivated by the wonderof my…

New Meaning

After Saint Andrew’s, July 3rd, 2022… New Meaning Confession: To help create, to be within, a present and longing quiet that is breath, heart, and Spirit, calling, easing, the down-draw of burdens weighing like ballast upon a wind; A wind, a Holy-song gentling, proclaiming, the forgiveness we seek because the grace of God’s welcome, that…

Sweet Wonder

Sweet Wonder I am grateful for a lemon knowing  its bitter-bright fresh worth and  knowing too how to catch the eye of cinnamon’s ‘hello there.’ I am grateful for the way that chemistry welcomes -ish (up to a point—as science is science and has reason keeping watch); for the resistance of dough that welcomes my…