For my body and soul,
In their many weaknesses and strengths

Emotions as they come, 
Watch as they flow, and then let them go

The fullness 
Of life lies in knowing
Te value of embracing it all

Another syllabic form for NaPoWriMo day 20. I live in California, so it’s not midnight yet. 🙂

Meet Us

meet us in Your peace
out of the anxieties
inundating Earth —
hold us in eternal Now
all but Love is swept away

Another short poem that I’m only sharing because it’s NaPoWriMo (day 16), but I hope you like it.

Source and Summit

There’s no excuse not to write something for the last day of Just-Jot-It January. 🙂


God with us,
Both human and divine,
Remaining until the end of time

God with us,
Emmanuel by name,
"I AM," always merciful, the same

Thanksgiving for the gift,
Source and summit healing every rift

The Clocks, Destroyed

As much as I would have liked to share something brand-new with you, I didn’t write anything good today, so for Flashback Friday I have a poem from 3 years and 1 day ago. I called it “Imagine,” and it’s a bit of a stream-of-consciousness but I like it; I like bringing it into “the eternal now.”


Imagine, sweetheart
The clocks walking
Time halted
The clocks // destroyed
The eternal now

Morning Light

A few of my brother’s cacti and plants. My favorite is the one in the little blue pot on the right.

This is my very late response to the Cosmic Photo Challenge, for which this week’s theme is In the Morning Light, so I took these photos in my back yard this morning at around 6:15.

Sometimes there are many clouds in the sky, but I only saw these little ones. Nevertheless, they were inspiring!

Psalm 103 inspired this cinquain:

Give thanks
For everything:
Morningtime is hopeful,
Looking up at sunrising sky
With clouds

Wanting to extend this theme, I wrote a Chaucerian stanza next:

The clouds of morning bring with them a hope:
A cotton-candy pink like sweetest blush
Colors their face, as languidly they lope
Across the sky, amidst the gentle hush
Of morning. Currently there is no rush.
I hear birds chirp and revel in the sound,
Hope beauty is unclouded, evening-gown’d.

Among the Trees

A six-sentence story, also inspired by this week’s WDYS prompt from Sadje.

Leaving her house, leaving her city — it feels like coming home, to be immersed in fresh air and delightfully lost among the trees. Do the flowers and birds live at the same ever-hastening pace as humanity?

This place allows her to, for the first time in a while, inhale deeply and exhale slowly. Her lungs drink in the pure forest air like a thirsty man after days in the desert.

What a wonderful and necessary respite — unfortunately too brief. She glances at her phone and sees that she has 3 hours before she needs to get back to so-called “real life.”

I enjoyed writing this little story because, although I don’t exactly go on hikes, I do greatly enjoy long walks in nature. There is an arboretum on the college campus where I went to college, and I would often take walks there, or even simply find a bench to sit on and relax next to the birds / plants / lizards.


I Am Tired

Today has not been particularly inspiring for me, but because it is April, I need to post something. 🙂 Day 4. I am tempted to go to sleep, even though it is well before 8:00 p.m. where I am. Maybe I can make myself a cup of tea instead.

Take some time to relax.
Imagine peace. It’s okay to
Release the day, no need to be
Energized constantly. It
Doesn’t mean you’re broken.

mug with teabag placed on wooden railing of forest house balcony
Photo by Helena Lopes on