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Saturday, May 31, 2025

Small Joys Beautiful Life

I’d rather not just grasp

For more and more 

On to the next thing 

After the smallest taste

Of the one we’d just been coveting 

Everything becomes

So cheap and hollow

Sell it or toss it

Like you did with Grandma’s dishes

Gathering dust on the shelf at Goodwill

Better to savor the moment

Save some things for later

Enjoy right here, right now

Instead of next thing

How about right here instead?

That’s what makes special memories 

The pie mom only msde for July 4th 

Grandma’s Thanksgiving turkey 

That cup of hot oolong you’re holding 

The quiet moment reading while the house sleeps 

That’s the good stuff 

And if we stop the cycle of covet, hoard, toss we might just notice it




Thursday, May 29, 2025

What We Get Used To

 The silver maple and the oriental bittersweet in our front yard have been together a very long time, decades in fact.  I'm fairly certain they're one in a lot of respects at this point.

From what I gather, the bittersweet is considered invasive, because of the way it wraps around other plants and overtakes other vegetation by smothering.  These two are so intertwined at this point, I can say that's true. 

Could the silver maple survive at this point if someone climbed up there and spent the better part of a day trimming off the endless bittersweet? It's interesting to consider.

People can be like that, too, can't they? Something can be sucking the very life out of us, but if we're used to it, we'll fight to keep it.

Humans are strange creatures.


Holiness

 I can find holiness

Everywhere 

In the thistle by the roadside

In the service dog helping the man in Staples

In the sweet silence after the sun sets

The scent moss gives off after the rain

The rabbit munching grass in my yard

And all those birds the cats and I watch every day

It's in the dad and his kids I saw fishing today

And my mom's beautiful smile 

When it reaches her eyes

Sunday with my husband and sons

Everyday life

Yes, that's holy too



The Prayer

 Chant it 

Sing it

Be the prayer

You'll save them 

Because

They see you there

A prayer

A song

Some joyful praise

Such endless healing

We now raise

So be not silent

Dance your prayer

Let them all know you're there 

The Way

 The land remembers

The soil has recorded it all 

The river tells the stories

While the trees and the wind

Add their recollection 

The stones bear witness

The rain and snow 

Have passed this way before

On their myriad journeys

All of these 

They know more

Than you could ever conceive of 



Night Shift

 As the owl flies

On the wings of night

While the moon

Will lend her light

The scent of moss

From the forest floor

Is carried along

As always before

A pulsing vibration

Now felt through the soil 

From tree to tree

Tis' easy, no toil

Now take the form

And change your shape

Much better to frolic 

And to escape 

At night we shift

Tis' time to play

Our animal forms

Are the very best way

The Old Barn

 Old Barn

Abandoned

Stands against the sky

As dusk falls

Who built it, and when

What were their hopes and dreams

Was there a house, too

Why are they all gone

When the last person walked away

Did they know it was the end

Nevertheless 

The Land

Records all things

Remembers all things 

Lest we forget 

The Re-Membering

The mystical

The powerful

Words fail 

Fullness

Simplicity

Touching all things

On every level

In every dimension

That which you know, but could never explain

The re-membering

Separated by millennia

Yet always as one

Let Go 

It will govern itself 

And you shall be free 




As Long As

 As long as there are poets

Life will be told

In verse and rhyme

It will stick to your lips

Like powdered sugar 

From those grocery store donuts

It will bounce around in your head

While you stir your tea

You will slurp it up

As you try and scarf a bowl of minestrone soup

While everyone

And their canary

Wants something right now

It will share your comfy hoodie with you

As you sink gratefully into the couch

So, by all means

Sort the mail 

Feed the cat (Or he'll never shut up)

And return that call from your boss

But while you're doing it

Remember

Your life is art 

You are a poem

Rather a beautiful one 

I must say

Never stop writing YOU!



Comfortable?

Comfortable in your own skin?

No one has the right to tell you how to be

But, of course

They will 

Because

Humans

Count their expectations as nothing 

And 

Be You

That's beautiful!

Monday, May 26, 2025

Memorial Day 2025

You know something? I think we need to put the brakes on here.

It’s important not to let others be in charge of definition.

By this I mean, who are you? What is America? What is patriotism? For those who are Christian, what is Christianity? What does it mean to be a follower of Jesus? What does it mean to be a good person? 

Today, I think of everyone who has fought for freedom. I think of all of our family members and ancestors who have done this.

I think of all of my ancestors, all of whom were an immigrant at some point. If you are not Native American, this is a fact about you as well. No, it is not different because it was a long time ago.

When American soldiers fought and died in World War II, they were fighting against a way of being in the world that Adolf Hitler was putting forth. Other countries had joined him. It was an effort to redefine the world in a very ugly, horrifying way.

One of the hallmarks of this was redefining worth based on a very narrow structure. And if you fell outside of this, you were nothing and it was OK to harm you or kill you. 

Frankly, I don’t care what your belief system is. If you believe that it is acceptable to limit, harm, discriminate against, take rights away from, or otherwise interfere with the rights and freedom of others then I will tell you now that your values are neither Jesus like nor are they American. If this is your belief system, you are not in any way, shape, or form a good person.

A belief system like this is an abomination.

And today, on Memorial Day, I will remind you that American soldiers didn’t die all over the world for the cause of freedom so that you could curtail the freedom of other people. It’s wrong. And it goes against everything these men and women died for. You dishonor their memories.

For some people in this country, the blowback is because we had the audacity to elect a man of color to the White House, a man who is well read, well spoken, highly educated, and has a love for his country. He loves his wife, is faithful to her, and is a good father to his daughters. 

We had made progress in LGBTQIA+ rights. We were making progress in making sure that everyone had a chance, progress was being made in education being available to everyone. We wanted food to be available to everyone. Wonderful work was being done in women’s rights.

You can’t pretend that opportunity and availability of resources is handed out evenly in this country. It isn’t and it never has been. I’m sorry that our progress in that direction makes you upset. It doesn’t mean people don’t have to work for what they get. It means that we acknowledge that not everyone starts off at the same availability of resources. 

So, we finally started to make some real progress, at least beginning to go in the right direction.

For some of you, that was just unacceptable, and you’ve been angry ever since.

Some people are very open about their feelings on this. Others have spent a life on autopilot and don’t even realize what they’re mad about.

Either way, today I honor American soldiers who have fought and died for the cause of freedom all over the world. And I will not dishonor their memory by allowing anyone to redefine goodness, to redefine America, or to redefine patriotism. This is my America too. And you’re not changing her into something ugly. And that’s what these men and women fought and died for. And that is what I honor them for. You don’t get to dishonor their memories by changing us into something else. And you never will.

Friday, May 23, 2025

Friday Drive 

Rowers on Lake Quinsig 

Unity of movement 

Beautiful glide


White lace curtains in a window 

Makes me think of Memere’s kitchen 

Sipping cranberry juice 


Grass needs mowing 

Bunny is using it for a salad 

So it’s all good


I miss Memorial Day events

To honor those who gave all

Definitely going Monday 


Peanut butter cookie on break 

Shades of Grove Street with Dad

I miss him 


Friday afternoon 

Car thoughts 

Life is poetry 



Thursday, May 22, 2025

What If

What if there was an oak

Standing tall

Towering and strong

In the forest

What if there were a raindrop

Sliding easily down a mushroom

Under the oak

Landing softly on the moss below

What if an ant came by

For a sip of water from that drop

And then waited under the mushroom

For the shower to let up

What if I sat quietly on the moss

Careful not to disturb

The oak

The moss

The mushroom

The ant

Nor even the drop

And what if we called it

A perfect afternoon



Wednesday, May 14, 2025

Not For Naught 

Do as you must and then do as you please 

In time it all becomes one

There’s rhythm and poetry 

In all that we do 

The sacred in each thread that’s spun

Today and tomorrow

Forever and none

There nothing that’s been just for naught 

Resurrection is now 

And death be it’s fuel 

Yes, always we reap what we’ve wrought 

Hollow

Be the way I tell you to

That’s all we hear from you

You close the door

On all that is good

While the termites gnaw the yew

A corner on the way to holiness

That’s what you think you have

The fakeness and hypocrisy

Are enough to drive me mad

So tell me not the story 

Of your glorious and perfect faith

Corruption and evil 

Is all that you are

A hollow dying wraith 


Windows 

The stately old house watches over the quiet street, it’s attic windows like eyes gazing down upon the neighborhood.

Some who had lived here are long gone. A few stayed for a long time . They became a part of her, their echoes always remembered.

Just now, they have all gone again. She waits. It has been so before.

People just don’t last as long as houses.

She stands watch as always, beautiful and silent, all of her memories and secrets gathered to herself.

Tomorrow, there is an open house. It begins again.



Wednesday, May 7, 2025

The Public Library 

The public library in my hometown growing up was key for me. 

Becoming an avid reader of multiple genres and exploring life framed by the dewey decimal system was huge in my formation.

I moved from the child section to the adult section at some point as a kid and nobody prevented me from doing that. I’m thankful for this because I definitely read above my grade level.

Over time, I don’t think there was any section that I didn’t explore and take books out from. Isn’t that delicious?!

In order to be a freely functioning human being, you have to be able to exercise reason . And you have to learn that somewhere .

I have it because of the public library .