Monthly Archives: June 2011

The poetry of morning quiet settles me, and I am comfortable not knowing. I can wait. But when I begin to tend to each detail of a new day, I must discuss proper placement with my rising shoulders, turn shallow … Continue reading →

waiting busy quiet every waking moment i am moving meditation focused Gwen a violet pedals behind daddy speaks of old puzzles mastered

Donna, a shrinking form curled in a fetal ball at her best friend’s side, was dying. My mother held her close. Each ray of afternoon sunlight illuminated swirls of fine dust. The effect made the blue fabric on Donna’s sofa … Continue reading →

In a crowded gymnasium, a thirty four year old man stands at the corner of a spring mat. In a flash, he starts running toward the other side, then, hurling himself sideways, he executes a perfect round-off, flip-flop, back-flip, springing … Continue reading →

I only get in one if I absolutely have to, like when my mom was having a piece of her liver cut out for a biopsy and the hospital downtown Chicago offered NO exceptions to the rule. Stairways closed, period. … Continue reading →

For reasons which amount to a long and boring story, my husband brought home a mainstream brand of clear dish washing liquid. The significance here is that I always pick up a lesser known brand of eco-friendly dish soap at … Continue reading →

Pet sitting started at 8am when I fed Sasha and let her out in the backyard. Between bouts of taking care of business, she barked at neighbor chickens and dogs, wandered around sniffing grass, and spent an impressive amount of … Continue reading →

In no particular order: – reading a beautiful poem that becomes a shimmering presence in the room – Matthew’s toothless smile that he is so proud of – conversing with one of my boys when both of us are relaxed, … Continue reading →