Author Archives: heidi

A couple weeks ago I went to an adult gymnastics class. It was the first time in 26 years I’ve been a student in a gymnasium, being encouraged and instructed by a coach. I was looking forward to it and … Continue reading →

So often when I feel a poem trying to be written, I get very quiet and observe my surroundings. Then I begin writing what’s around me and see what emerges. I recommend it as a simple yet powerful writing practice. … Continue reading →

  I just can’t sit around all afternoon waiting to cry (but I might anyway), waiting for the cold sunlit spaces to help me find a voice. I know what I would say. Our photographs are in the bedroom. I … Continue reading →

Could be the angels who sway tree branches, reminding us we are together, the ones we see and the hidden others. The gift bearers, silent drifters, anonymous assistance, miracle bringers, inner stillness singers whispering peace, the waiters for us to … Continue reading →

“My name is Heidi Beth. My favorite color is purple and I like green too. I like to sing ’cause it stirs my soul and it’s fun. I like to draw flowers and gentle designs with the thin felt tip … Continue reading →

The grassy lawn, with her little uneven rises and tiny yellow wind-seeded flowers beneath my feet, reminds my calves of being at an age of not knowing much more than to look long at the small flowers growing everywhere over … Continue reading →

When I decided to begin a year of publicly sharing my gratitude for one person (or two people in this case) each day, you sprang to mind first, so I begin. Thank you for giving me a light that has … Continue reading →

  I open myself to write and a space spreads out around my being. It is large enough to turn my sighs into a whisper and my thoughts into a gentle rain landing on everything, no center, nothing to hold … Continue reading →

I always see her hands. They are slightly larger but otherwise just like the ones I am using to type this memory. She turns a page of her brown hardcover prayer book, preparing for her turn to pray. A cell … Continue reading →

a warm gratitude flows through my body when I sing to myself so softly in a crowd and begin to see in the eyes of passersby a beauty ever present seldom loved without cause loved just because we breathe the … Continue reading →