deep in the woods
these three strangers
offered shelter
First Strangers Then Friends
Mentored By The Hibiscus
noticing the beauty
of each petal’s fine, intricate lines
new acceptance of my own
Afternoon
winter
receiving and reflecting
the glorious sun
With Age
acceptance
built endurance
elegance in this new stage
Proclaimed
wear
the blemish and scar
as beauty marks
Finding A Way
wind
going through
it
Open Arms
reaching out
the unconditional embrace
of every season
Elegance
the graceful
bending
of acceptance
How We Save Each Other
grace surrounded us
as hawk and humans surrendered fear
courage was found and help accepted
DETAILS: We managed to cut the barbed wire fence,
and softly secured the hawk who was picked up by the Fish and Game Warden
and taken to a bird rescue where he/she had surgery and will be rehabilitated
Emergence
mandala of hearts
on the mill stone
loving what is
So Often Forgotten
time carries
me through my
transgressions of faith
Before You
the thing
to be loved is
what is
Here Now
we need the shadows
to know how bright
the light can be
Becoming One Another
the icing pond
receiving rain
so many ways to be
The Day is Full of Gifts
take
a moment
in the sun
All Of It
hope lives
in residence
with the darkness
All Is Right
let the day
find you
as you are
Morning Joy
wings wide
the day embraced
one with everything
Invitation
the open gate
invites me
into the new day
Arch of Hearts
in the garden
everything of importance happens
in its own time and way
Now
clarity found
in the misty woods
eternity is always now
Wabi Sabi
stone planter
white flower
passing afternoon
Grey Day’s Rainbow
At life’s table
joy and sorrow
sit side by side.
Mole Hill
Ants don’t question
why mountains appear
they simply climb them.
Balance
becomes possible
by accepting
circumstances.
Current
Rocks and trees know not to struggle
but to simply stay until the appointed time comes to go.
Change is forever pulling or pushing.
Do not begrudge the current its way.
Finding Place
The place to be
is precisely where you are.
Overlooking
The water glitters and shouts as it rushes on
carrying memories of perfection from the freshness of youth.
Age tempers today’s perfection with the acceptance of impermanence
making the glitter more brilliant and the shouting more joyful.