Little Christmas [aka Women's Christmas]

My loves are back to school and back to work today. Having awoke to Little Christmas this morning in celebration of the three Wise Women who likely were the ones supporting Mary at the her son's birth, I took a moment to thank the Universe for a blissful holiday. And yes, after the holidays, women deservedly require their own day of ballyhoo after all the magic they've chosen to orchestrate!

My much welcome 4mi-hike around Lake Royal, every mindful breath is sacred. At one point, I even feel an unexpected blowy touch on the back of my windbreaker. I imagine perhaps it's my Dad with a quick hello. With every just-a-taste dose of red wine during our Christmas in Connecticut, I miss him so. Just when the January breeze picks up through the trees, the ripples in the lake shimmer with such sparkle as seagulls gracefully take flight. And I take it all in (heartful sigh). 

May 2020 bring you Wise Women gifts of everyday peace, treasure and wellness.


love hard, love fierce

our work is 
building community
making love in a world 
without gun violence
without sexual assault
without prejudices
with my imperfect self
i see into this creek
so very clear
a living foundation 
mindful of what matters
connection with others
as our authentic selves
makes for solid friendships 
for our work is listening
truly paying attention
is a most wonderful act of kindness
supporting each other to be our best
nurturing our children to be their best
so that we can tell them, 
yes, simple goodness 
has a natural rhythm 
in our world


It's raining apples

this morning's mindful stretchi imagine my loved ones
alongside me 
my feet flow
along the earth
raindrops keep fallin' on my hood
thoroughly soaked
leaves fallen in love 
turn mid-stream 
into fallen apples --
flashes of golden delicious,
pink lady,
& maple crisp