“Defend your inner world. Be present. Be in the moment. Engaged, connected.” – Rainer Maria Rilke Growing up I think I was always defending myself. Or feeling quite often like I had to. I was quiet, different: my family had more money than most of the kids I went to […]
Driving home tonight I passed two skunks, a porcupine, and a raccoon, all dead. Squashed in the road and left to be food for crows. Every day and night animals are killed by cars. You know, you see them: squirrels, woodchucks, skunks, opossums, raccoons, cats, dogs, birds, deer – they seem […]
I wrote the following poem last night right after I went to bed. The lights were shut off, the animals settled around me. But I lay there and heard it in my head, felt it in my body, it needed to come out. The title was already there; in fact, […]
Barbed wire pierced the trunk, bark having grown up and around it, becoming a part of the tree itself. Roots as wide as my arms and legs tumbled down into and ran among the gray stones. It was hard to tell where the tree started and the wall began. At that point, it didn’t really seem to matter: They were one, the wall and the tree, as they had been for a century…
The rest of the afternoon I spent painting, looking out on the ever-changing landscape that is water and sky. I had never painted in the great outdoors before, and it had it’s fair share of challenges. Like, how do I keep up with the colors when the light changes all the time? But I finished my little painting in just a few hours…
“You have to keep breaking your heart until it opens.” – Rumi Mine is open, again.
We are promise,
Filled with hope
And such despair;
Then quickly falling,
While gaining speed.
Many years ago my father took a trip to northern Italy, his mother’s birthplace. My tiny Italian grandmother had arrived in America on a boat, accompanying her new husband after World War I. They settled in my grandfather’s hometown just west of the Missouri river and, as far as I […]
I miss the ocean: The pounding, hypnotic rhythm of the waves; the tangy smell of the salt air; and the feeling of being so very, very small. Between the rain and snow, I can look out the window and find water almost everywhere right now. But it just isn’t quite the […]