Kindred Spirits Forever!

Dear friends, Thank you for following me and reading my posts. Each year, I take a break around this time to give myself a bit of a Sabbath. I’ll be back sometime in July with more creative poetry. Blessings to you this day. Ally One scrumptious morning, a dawn of rose-colored sun and wildflowers popping, Curiosity and Imagination sat togetheron a rainbow quilt sipping their teawhile a light rain drizzled. They chattered onabout all things sparkly,eating their way throughgreen veggies and rich chocolatenot concerned with the time of dayor the conditions of weather. They loved to ask each other questionsbecause…

You and the Stars

The stars danced the salsathe night you were designed —Aware that they were part of you,you, a part of them. The stars glowed brightwhen your form came into being —When you mattered, purelybecause you became matter. The stars shone upon youas you walked your childhood steps —Glistened their watchful devotiondespite your fleeting glance. Those billion year old orbs of flourescent juice followed your figure as you figured it out — Gave you direction a blink at a timefor your weary traveling bones. This very ordinary day The stars beam pale rays over you,their constellation of story sings —Urges you to…

Brilliant Blessings, One Blazing World

He looked, and behold, the bush was burning, yet it was not consumed. And Moses said, “I will turn aside to see this great sight, why the bush is not burned.” When the Lord saw that he turned aside to see, God called to him out of the bush, “Moses, Moses!” And he said, “Here I am.” Then he said, “Do not come near; take your sandals off your feet, for the place on which you are standing is holy ground.” Exodus 3:2(b)-5 The desire is deep, isn’t it? For God to grab hold of us, to shine a burning…

Lay Down Your Weapon and Go Hug a Tree

Listen friends, today, when you’re tempted to place your armor on, to throw on your mask, to pick up your weapon, I urge you to pause. (right here.) Good. Now, open your door. Take a step into the wild beyond, toward the untamed world that lies just past the ordinary threshold of your home. Find a tree that calls to you. The one with crooked branches, or a quick climb up. Find the one with speckled leaves or a skinny trunk. Consider this beauty. It’s for you. Who are you, who am I but a speck of dust when I…