Something wasn’t quite right when I woke this AM at 5:30. There was light where there shouldn’t be – a bright light pouring in my kitchen window from the west. It took me a few seconds to sort it out – ah the moon – full and glorious in a cloudfree sky. I grabbed myContinue reading “Lunar Reflections”
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Hope Rises
I have a confession: I don’t watch the news, even now, especially now. But somehow last week, after a Youtube program finished, the NBC barged in, all elbows and shouting. Good grief. Not to diminish what is happening but stranger things are happening yet. I will comply, keep my distance, wash and wipe as decreed.Continue reading “Hope Rises”
Elijah’s Cloud
This poem is part of the series I named The Difficult Years, of which there were more than a few. Much of this revolves around two major life issues: first my lack of the character qualities and maturity that would allow for a relationship, as interdependant as marriage, to be a healthy one. Second, myContinue reading “Elijah’s Cloud”
Lockdown Kraft Dinner
Day 17? Day 18? It’s all a bit of a blur. While that’s not too unusual for me these days, as my ever-so- patient-friends will attest to missed dates, excursions or confused locations, I am glad in the midst of all this that there are several anchors for my days, concrete things that must beContinue reading “Lockdown Kraft Dinner”
A Scribe By Trade
It is inevitible that my writing reflects my love of relationship, with first and most importantly the God who loves and sustains me, and then with people, nature and words themselves. If I could, I would cover my walls and ceiling with the words that have stretched, delighted, comforted and shaped me. (Which could explainContinue reading “A Scribe By Trade”
Cautionary Tales
Asparagus Risotto Much as I grumble about winter, I do enjoy living in a seasonal country. The anticipation of the delights that each season bring is what makes them so sweet (and maybe melancholy). Asparagus is right up there on the top of the list for spring. One of the regrets in my life isContinue reading “Cautionary Tales”
Sylvia Was Right
The first assignment in the writing course I took at Regent College was predicated on a statement Sylvia Plath had made – that she could not put a toothbrush in a poem. Our assigment was to do exactly that, (bonus marks for making it a love poem.) Dare I say that many bristled at theContinue reading “Sylvia Was Right”
Eight Little Letters
It’s 3 AM and I am awake. Awake enough to know I may as well get up and now I am wrapped in my favorite wool shawl with a big mug of hot chocolate beside me and my little fake fireplace dealing with the chill. And a tiny, but oh so powerful phrase running throughContinue reading “Eight Little Letters”
Food For All
Years ago, two friends and I catered for several years- mostly for weddings and banquets. My husband, an accountant, figured we were working for far less than minimum wage, but we laughed lots, learned lots, trained our daughters, met lovely people and cooked some memorable meals. I developed the menus, another managed our finances andContinue reading “Food For All”
It’s Finally Come
Gardening has been a passion for decades, it brings me such joy rightly and apparently scientifically so as the ubiquitous they now tell us, that if we mess about in the earth, are in actual contact with it, friendly bacteria in the soil produce seratonin in us – hence my silly grin while I putterContinue reading “It’s Finally Come”
