Maple Tree calls to me. Her enchantment lifts my eyes beyond my electronic screen. “Notice me,” she says. And I do. The lush green of...

Uncovered and cold, worn thin, about to corrode, I stumble through life’s gray days. Kneeling in desperation, frantic for a breath of...

Thoughts of you float forward sitting in stillness walking in silence laying in darkness. How we were intimately intertwined: You,...

Not chocolate or ice cream or meat, not alcohol or cigarettes or cussing, oh no, none of these. It seems I have given up sleep for Lent....

The edging light commands the lined rock to dance in orange and pink hues as the Arizona sun sinks behind the mesa. We stand and embrace,...

Normally I reserve this blog for original poetry. But today is different. The poet of my heart, Mary Oliver, died today. As a...

Words of love ground us in who we have always been; remind us of who we can yet become. Words of love lift our chins when our heads hang...

What I didn’t know. I thought I could stay safely in my head. I thought I could leave my personal life at the door. I thought I could...

First small, like a seed. Then a poof - like breath on a dandelion and the currents of the air separated my contained image of God and...

I think of my father as I cut the orange flesh of the mango from its dark green skin. Recently my husband introduced me to fresh mangos...