Bill, Hilary, and The Rest of Our Lives
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On the best days, words fail the gleaming – fading – world. A tiny songbird with a yellow stripe on her head visits the old spruce tree. She hops from one branch to another, eyeballing me. I’ve never seen…
My friend Shelby Moody recently gave me a small devotional called “A Moment with God,” by Betsy Davies. Betsy made it on Shutterfly – it’s a personal collection of photographs and meditations that she put together following the passing of…
For my friend who has suffered a profound loss, and for anyone lost… For the Interim Time by John O’Donohue When near the end of day, life has drained Out of light, and it is too soon For the mind…
In my yard, unsteady, I’ve taken my first steps since October. Winter’s glories abound, and its desolation… Winter’s Feast At winter’s feast, I drink the yellow jasmine – Paint my lips with blood-pink bloom – Rub my hands with Rose…
Staying sane in the time of corona has gotten easier in some ways and harder in others. I find myself Really Impatient in the home stretch. ML Davis stops in at Bacon today with some good energy and reading recommendations,…
My friend Patricia Eastwood stops in today with a funny and heartfelt reflection on 3 years of New Year’s resolutions, plus a book recommendation. I’m starting the book tomorrow, if not sooner! It sounds so intriguing and thought-provoking for January of 2021… From…
Happy New Year, friends! Here’s a poem/prayer by George Herbert to start the year, either reverent or irreverent – you decide – Bitter-Sweet Ah my dear angry Lord Since those dost love, yet strike; Cast down, yet help afford; Sure…
Today’s small treasure is a poem by former U.S. Poet Laureate Robert Pinsky that seemed resonant to me in these pandemic times. Samurai Song When I had no roof I made Audacity my roof. When I had No supper my…
What food are you loyal to? A strange question, yes. One posed by a poet. Award-winning poet Gerald Stern writes an ode to spaghetti in today’s selection from “Poems in Your Pocket”… Spaghetti by Gerald Stern Not infrequently destroyed as bits of paper of no…