Thank you. In your curiosity and gentleness you showed me Life can be simple. One need not strive for much More than some choice hay and a welcoming bedfellow Or a friend to get the hard-to-reach spots behind the ears And, don't be shy about a midnight snack or, an argument easily made up with … Continue reading to a mouse
I watched a squirrel groom her fluffy tail then scratch hyperspeed, her hind leg thwack-thwack-thwack against her side We were alone by the monument, two mammals feeling the sun on our faces in February Holding our breaths that the winter had fled for good - for now
A smile between strangers. Watching the robin hunt for insects, folding three loads of laundry, dropping boiling water into the teapot. Writing in your journal, listening to your spouse, sharing: a meal, a ride, Your load. A cool breeze that cuts through humid air. The clack of boots on asphalt. Going, and leaving. Habit and … Continue reading prayer
Contentment looks like a sleeping mouse and an old oak tree Contentment feels like a knit wool blanket in grass green sprawled out on your unmade bed. Contentment tastes like mashed potatoes and buttered whole grain toast Contentment sounds like crickets and summer rain Contentment smells like a warm cup of earl gray at 4 … Continue reading contented senses
The waiting times I've heard are lessons to learn - so far I've learned: uncertainty is hard. It wears at the netting that holds us Above that infinite chasm of ultimate un-knowing. I scribbled down the poem above in my journal a couple of weeks ago in an attempt to reflect on the ruthless anxiety … Continue reading on safety nets and waiting
She calls me babysan I am only nineteen years old I don't even shave The skin on my face is soft Lao giggles when she sees me She introduces me to her friends They call me babysan I see her working in the fields She offers me her lunch One small ear of corn I … Continue reading Lao by Kenn Reagle
I draw a closed square around my worries so that they're boxed in. So I can contain them. So I see them in perspective, as scribbles in scrawled ink, less than two inches wide.
It takes some strain to bow to humility to ask for Help means: I've really reached my end. So when I ask, know I'm Desperate: I've run out of time, excuses, plans. I called to you - Oh God! I called. I asked for help with: All the pomp & circumstance of a General in … Continue reading Psalm 30:2