What I Really Want for Christmas

The month of December is filled with distractions.  I'm moving from here to there to yonder with increased speed. Lights and tinsel pulling my eyes from where my feet are planted. To-do lists lengthening with each passing day. Longings abound for more provision, more peace, and an ability to make just the right holiday celebration … Continue reading What I Really Want for Christmas

In the Presence of a Tree

I sat in the presence of a tree today to lean in, to listen to what it has to say. To draw from its lines a story of the tree with pen and brush in hand, my sketchbook on my knee. It offered me a leaf, with limb bent low, and dindled and quivered glad … Continue reading In the Presence of a Tree


I heard a poem being read on NPR the other day. I thought it was so lovely and wanted to share it with you. Autumn The leaves are falling, falling as if from far up, as if orchards were dying high in space. Each leaf falls as if it were motioning "no." And tonight the heavy … Continue reading Falling


Mondays come around with shocking regularity. Don't you think so too? For some, the weekend is a time to slow down, to rest a bit from the work-week, to have a bit of fun. For me, weekends are hard, harried living. Oh sure, it's all good stuff. But come Monday morning I feel I  need … Continue reading Mondays

I Will Create!

This is an oldy I wrote years ago, but I've been running the words in my head of late. We can so easily be consumed by the sadness in this world: mass killings of humanity, hunger abroad and in our own towns, financial woe, health issues, family matters, work difficulties, etc. I choose to stand … Continue reading I Will Create!

I’m Off…

I'm off to draw and knit at will Where life will lead, my days to fill. A week, a month, I cannot say I'm going into the field to play. There are yarns to knit and lines to draw... ...weaving them in a bouquet to enthrall as I scurry about the rough hewn path; amid … Continue reading I’m Off…

Thoughts on this Gray Dreary Day

Sun of Yore   I woke and sunshine filled the room Though dark, memories of sun pervaded the gloom For yesterday, the world was bright Warm rays danced on all in sight.   Yet as I stepped outside my door A tinkling sound heard too often before Ushered in the gray of winter days Snuffing … Continue reading Thoughts on this Gray Dreary Day

Macy’s Christmas

‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house, Not a creature was stirring, except Macy the Mouse. She stuffed all the stockings with things she had made— Lovely gifts for her friends, yet few pennies she paid. When out of the window a rosy glow revealed, Not a sleigh, but a manger and … Continue reading Macy’s Christmas

A Connection

A Connection Was I cut open so that books could come out? Or was it to make me an open book, my stories to rout? To then be stitched up like the spine of a book— held together when open, is that what it took? To have a permanent spout for books to come out? … Continue reading A Connection