Immaculate

I spent a bit of time pondering the life of the Virgin Mary today. Looking up at the crescent moon this evening, it felt like I was looking at a desert moon, one that may have hung up in the night sky for the Mother of G_d. What does it mean to be free of…

What Do You Seek?

What you seek is seeking you. I have been attracted to this quote attributed to the 13th century Persian Sufi poet Rumi since my 20s. It makes a lot of sense since I am a medievalist at heart. But I’m a lot older now and feeling impatient at the transitions I face in life. But…

10 Seconds to Zen (post 5)

Rhapsodomancy (in honor of National Poetry Month) Go. Go now to your bookshelf (do you have one in your home or office? I sure hope so.).  Quickly glance at your books of poetry or literature, and pick the first one you find (no more than 5 seconds) Close your eyes (6).  Open the book to…

10 Seconds to Zen (post 4)

Bubbles, just bubbles Peace will find you as you blow all the stale air out of your lungs. I have found no quicker way to a smile on my face then when I am blowing bubbles. It only takes 10 seconds.

10 Seconds to Zen (post 2):

Peace in an ordinary world Take a long slow inhale counting to four as you breathe in, stop. Now hold it for a count of three at the top, and then slowly let it out– three, two, one. Done. It has been ten seconds, check and see if you have slightly more head space. In…

10 Seconds to Zen…

Peace finds us if we prepare the way for it. Peace, or a sense of calm/Zen had always eluded me as a child and younger adult. I used to think finding it was going to be outside my skill set– reserved for the wiser, more patient folks. I always had hope though– and that may…

It’s that time of year, when…

I realize that I am happy.  The weather bobs and dips like a fisher’s boat along with the tide.  Aromas glide in through the cracked window, warm and cozy: onion, sage and spice. It is a crazy time of year for me (work), but I still attempt to stop and focus on what moves me:…

The Pleasures of Summer

Colors are part of the fabric of who I am. Ask anyone and they will tell you I have a plethora of special gel ink purple pens in assorted nib sizes, my office is painted a lux Caribbean blue, and I wear jewel tones as often as I can.   That said, I truly enjoy…

Gradually, then Suddenly Everything Changes

The traffic slow down, the rubber band of cars moving slower and slower, and then the final slam on the breaks. Everything halts. Or waiting at the car dealer is first gradual, no problem, the ebbs and flows of excitement and anxiety swirling as one, and then energy suddenly gone. Too much and then deal…

Really Random Poetry (for the end of April)

It is almost the end of the National Poetry Month already!  I have written in snippets here or there.  I have blogged (just barely), and mostly been immersed in baseball and middle school spring craziness (to quote my aunt, ‘when everyone has left their senses!’).  So here is a shot in the arm:  A really…