Saturday, December 31, 2016

Time Capsule 2016





May all beings have fresh clean water to drink.
May all beings have physical and spiritual nourishment.
May all beings have a home and sanctuary.
May all beings share love with someone.
May all beings know their true purpose.
May all beings be well and happy.
May all beings be free from suffering.

Today I will do what I can to 
bring this intention to reality.



p.s. Please consider making an end-of-year donation
to Shelter Box, Southern Poverty Law Center,
WorldVision, Doctors Without Borders, or 
another non-profit entity doing great work.

Friday, December 30, 2016

Haiku My Heart:: Winter Trees



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their arms weighted down
enrobed in white splendor
trees stand sentinel



Monday, December 12, 2016

Twelve Days of Mother Love: December 12







I think that Mother Mary
as an older woman
was an activist for justice
a crusader for peace

didn't take no for an answer
when only a yes would do

ate spoons full of pomegranate seeds
danced in the moonlight
wove flowers in her hair
and slathered honey into wounds

she was a healer
midwife
a teacher
and
not altogether tame

she was a woman
with fire in her belly.

A woman for all times.
A woman for our time.

Sunday, December 11, 2016

Twelve Days of Mother Love: December 11




Our Lady of Indigenous Peoples --  © 2016 MeriMagic on Polyvore.com


When I think of Our Lady,
I think of hope.

Of compassion.

Of miracles manifesting in unlikely places.

Her image appears in many guises:
on a grilled cheese sandwich,
in colors of a plate glass window,
in the billow of a cloud.
Any place that people are moved 
to look with their hearts.

When I think of Mary,
I think of all the indigenous peoples,
converted to Catholicism by missionaries
(and not always willingly),
who found in the Divine Mother
a source of comfort,
a connection to the fertile earth,
to birth and death,
to the connective force that women represent.

When I contemplate this image of Our Lady,
I imagine her meditating. . .
gathering strength to support all those who lean on her
because she seems more approachable than God.

I suspect that she is creating a blueprint
in her mind of a world at peace,
where there is enough for all,
where Earth is cherished and protected,
where we act on our knowledge 
that we are connected to everything,
that we are part of the all there is.

Let her vision become yours.
And today, do what you can
to make it so. 




For more virgins and Mother Love,
click HERE.

Saturday, December 10, 2016

Twelver Days of Mother Love: December 10


Twelve Days of Mother Love

I thought I'd recycle 

a Mary post from 2012.
Hope you don't mind.





Oh mistress of shapeshifting
you come to us
in many guises. . . .

as a lady in white 
floating above an oak tree
in fields in Portugal,
with messages to shepherd children.

as an image on a highway sign
in Sunnyside, Washington
not once, but twice.

As a statue weeping blood
at a Vietnamese Catholic Church
in Sacramento, California.

People see you
in the browning of a grilled cheese sandwich,
in the hues of a plate glass window.

You told the young Bernadette to dig
and when she had done so, 
you filled the void with healing waters.
Even now, over a century and a half later,
pilgrims flock to Lourdes,
seeking miracles of their own.

I don't seek your likeness
in an oil spot on a garage floor,
though you may well choose to do that
for the mechanic who needs a reminder
of the ineffable nature of faith.

Instead, I seek your company
in spirit,
as a feeling of rightness,
of comfort in the face of discomfort,
as acceptance of what seems unacceptable.

I listen for your voice to guide me
when I feel lost
in a thicket of uncertainty.

Come to us
in the call of birds returning home in early spring,
in the twisting smoke of a stick of incense,
in the giggle and froth of a river,
in the singing and trembling of stones
in the temple at Abydos.

Come to us in whatever form
we will understand,
as apparition
as song
as a whisper
as a gold-leafed icon
or a warm breeze.

Just come to us.


Friday, December 9, 2016

Twelve Days of Mother Love: December 9






A bust of Mary, her nose chipped, 
sits in Anado's studio
waiting for her chance to join
in some work of art
yet to be created.


Thursday, December 8, 2016

Twelve Days of Mother Love: December 8






Is it because women are generally seen as more

responsive
approachable
accommodating

that we've brought representations of 
the Divine Feminine
into our lives?

Or is it that instinctively
we search for balance, for inclusion,
for female heroes
to complement the Father God 
of the Jewish tradition
and the God-like son of the Christian tradition?


To see other offerings 
in Twelve Days of Mother Love,
click HERE

Wednesday, December 7, 2016

Twelve Days of Mother Love: December 7







Artists for hundreds, even thousands, of years
have attempted to capture the essence of Mary.

This portrayal seeks to picture Mary
as Queen of the Heavens, with rich brocades and lace
and a crown too heavy to be worn by a human being.

I suspect that Mary would be embarrassed by images 
that show her in extravagant clothing and jewels.

She was, after all, an unspoiled girl
who answered a call that would change her life
in ways she couldn't begin to imagine.
She said yes, trusting that her path would be revealed 
and her feet would be steady upon it.

We should all be so obedient when the call to our destiny comes.



For additional meditations on the Divine Feminine
and the cult of Mary, click HERE.






Tuesday, December 6, 2016

Twelve Days of Mother Love: December 6






attitude of sweet repose
her blessings rain down on us
sainted mother love


Monday, December 5, 2016

Twelve Days of Mother Love: December 5




Think what an amazing world this would be


if we did all things
with great love.

For more 12 days participants,
click HERE.

Sunday, December 4, 2016

Twelve Days of Mother Love: December 4



I'm joining Rebecca's
12 Days of Mother Love,
her homage to the energy of the Divine Feminine,
personified in the Christian tradition by
the Virgin Mary.


I'm thinking about mothers a lot today.
My mother would have officially turned 90 today.
She died on Labor Day, so she didn't quite make it.

She had that "Mother Love" energy, though.
Here's to you, Mom.



Click HERE to see the other participants' offerings.

Thursday, September 15, 2016

Hello September


How, pray tell, did it get to be
September?



The month when color begins to run riot.


The month of my birth.

Hello, September!
I love you.


Friday, April 29, 2016

Haiku My Heart: Star Magnolia






they burst into bloom
 turn their faces to the light
annual showoffs

Thursday, April 21, 2016

The Prince is Dead



The news came in via Facebook.
Hints, then confirmation.

Prince is dead.
Found dead at his home.


For me personally, not the punch to the gut
of learning that John Lennon was dead
or George Harrison 
(though we knew that was coming)
because Prince wasn't my thing.

But I knew my daughter would be devastated.
As a young teen, she was gaga over him, 
then way girls were Paul girls
or John girls (until the Beatles broke up).
She fantasized that they would marry.
In other words, she was really in to him.

So I called her to say "I'm sorry."
I knew she'd be in mourning.
And she was.
She said, "Ive been bawling my eyes out
since I heard the news."
And then, not knowing what else to do,
I sat down and composed the tribute collage
you see above. 

A few years ago, when she lived in Omaha
instead of ten minutes from me,
I discovered that her idol was doing a concert there,
in her adopted city.
I don't know how I got so lucky, 
but I scored tickets in the first row
as a gift for her.

It's nice to be able to give a gift
that's never forgotten.

For all you Prince fans out there,
I know the Purple Rain is falling around you
and doves are crying.
So sorry for your loss.


Tuesday, April 12, 2016

Forget the Tulips, I'm Ordering Daffodils





It's tulip time in Washington.
Perhaps a little past prime time, given that
last week's weather was spectacular
and unseasonably warm.

While I love tulips for their vibrant colors,
I live at the edge of the woods.
My woods are inhabited by deer.


And my deer l-o-v-e to munch on tulips.
And azaleas, camellias, and lots of other tasty
treats. . . that are on the "deer resistant plant" list.

But so far they've left my daffodils alone.
So I just placed an order
 for another 250 daffodil bulbs.
They'll arrive in the fall for planting time
and poke up their cheerful heads in March



just when I'm needing some color
to counter the long gray days of 
a Pacific Northwest winter.

Tuesday, March 22, 2016