Poems From The Porch — I dreamed of him briefly this morning. I was sitting in my old prayer chair in the sunroom writing, and he came through the side porch door and said, “Hey you,” and I said, “Thank God! and ran to hug him. The moment we embraced, I woke up. Now the…

Poems From The Porch — Roosters and wind chimes Flowers sparsely present in the breeze Cats taking refuge on my lap Peace and sadness co-mingling A feeling of loss making itself known in my solar plexus Living the paradox of being physically alone, yet intimately connected to all that is It helps to take one…

Exploring the writings of Teresa of Avila — I haven’t levitated very often. The first time it happened I was kneeling in the choir, waiting to go up to the altar and receive Communion. I was immediately distressed because I realized how unusual the experience was and I was afraid that everyone was going to start talking about…

Poems From The Porch Everything is in the process of becoming. The confederate rose hibiscus blossoms bloom white, then pale pink, then a deeper hue as they close and eventually drop to the ground to produce new life. Nothing is lost, but everything changes in the circle dance of Being. The mature bloom must…

Poems From The Porch — A huge, white skunk waddled his way past a little earlier. Above, a flock of blackbirds swoops and dives. A messenger was sent last night by my beloved to remind me that I’m not dead, although my felt sense is quite the opposite. I am savoring and musing upon the …

Poems From The Porch — Death is a difficult teacher that beckons me to let go. This life chapter has ended, but I am still standing on the threshold. I continue to look backward and savor with sorrow the loss of the main character written on its pages. Letting go of the door frame to…

Poems From The Porch I am enchanted by the green of the water and the way that the sunlight smiles so proudly on the autumn foliage. There is homey smoke rising in the distance from a fireplace that is warming cozy cuddlers. I feel the emptiness and longing most keenly in the mornings, the…

Poems From The Porch — Two sweet deer walking silently through the orange-dappled woods catch my eye. They are moving slowly like the mist across the water. Wispy clouds are casting subtle shadows on the autumn landscape, more felt than seen. They mimic my own experience. I’m longing for the somatic sense of gratitude, something…

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