I kind of “space out” in crowds. I easily get lost and many times my friends have had to come and find me because I have either lost sight of them and/or wandered off in another direction. There is something distracting about a “crowd,” something to me that is somewhat depersonalizing and vague. …
CALL OF THE WILD
One day I am going to make it to New York City for the Blessing of the Animals at St. John the Divine Cathedral on the first weekend in October. I can only imagine the atmosphere of the hours-long ceremony in honor of St.…
Foreign Treasure
Where is the place we live…
this foreign land
that slept in slumbers of familiarity
for so many eons?
Yet we awaken
with a strange light
and our faces
fall short
of closeness
in the mirrors
of other’s times.
There is a smallness
in the heart
that turns back on itself
and searches for a source…
folds and folds
enfolds
a warm blanket now cold
with dew
of a dawn
odd
in sensation
yet
this is our home…
written 9/29/16 from a an improvisation of spoken poetry
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ANGELS IN TREETOPS
In October 2009, I wrote a poem inspired from one of my experiences while running. I was thinking about all of our loved ones who have gone on before us and what it must BE like for them NOW… As I mused about this I became aware of the mighty presence of the oak trees that lined the streets I was running down, and then I noticed how the wind blew through the leaves and branches of the trees.…
WHAT CHILD IS THIS?
I believe it is true that we are taught fear. We learn to fear things and people that we believe can or will harm us or cause us pain in some way. Sometimes it is the “unknowing” about a particular thing that causes us to fear. …