Winter Poem

There,mother tree’swinter branches,her bare desolationin brisk air. She, a reminderof strengthin hard times, neitherafraid or ashamedof her raw nature. Her branches aren’t coiled around her trunk;they remain opento let death fly awaywith ease. As the last dry leaf shivers,she allows the wind to takelast year’s resolve. Soon enough,a bird comes to restin her unfurled arms,a feathered heartbeatgrasping at stark vulnerability. She reminds mewhat I need to hear this day:unadorned beautyis needed in the world.New life is around the corner. I am not alone. ONLINE BOOK CLUB ANNOUNCEMENT! Beautiful Women: From the very comfort of your own home, you are invited…

She. is. becoming.

I have quite a few friends these days who are taking brave risks in their lives. I’m amazed by the way these fellow kindred souls are challenging the status quo, saying yes to the daring and keeping their hearts open to where the Spirit is flowing in their life. This poem is dedicated to those of you who are taking one small step toward your becoming. Cheers to you and your courage! She is becoming. She’s not finished yet. No, she still has loads of color to splash around. A palette of rainbow to fling toward the universe. She has…

Oh Mary! Oh Martha!

Just ask my close friends, they’ll tell you of my wrestling match with Mary and Martha. I have a bit of irritation with both of these holy ladies and I couldn’t resist diving in to dwell upon the truth they have to teach me (us)! So, here’s a poetry offering and a fun piece of flippable artwork in the style of icon art… ready to flip depending on who you resonate with for the day. Selling this as a 5×7 print for $10 over here! Oh Mary, how I resist you — your negation of physical labor, your Godly devotion…