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I do not spend my life wishing for things that I cannot have (right now), but as the rain falls, along with the temperature, and snow starts to swirl in the darkness, it does not hurt to remember that there are places like this. I remember this morning. It was warm, with very little breeze, just enough to make the palms trees whisper in that special language that they have, and I was standing on my little balcony in Marina Cay, watching this single sailboat wend its way out into the channel to have adventures.


Marina Cay, British Virgin Islands.

Quote of the day: “It is the tenderness that breaks our hearts. The loveliness that leaves us stranded on the shore, watching the boats sail away. It is the sweetness that makes us want to reach out and touch the soft skin of another person. And it is the grace that comes to us, undeserving though we may be.” — Robert Goolrick

Daily gratitudes:
A light day at work (after two months)
Head tilts
Listening to the rain before it turns to snow (10 inches of snow)



The shadows surround each parked car,
glooming up,
swallowing hoods and fenders,
lurking in front of darkened headlights,
stealing away as my eye
catches their evil.

Innocent bunnies
bare fangs
and have a Mexican stand-off
in the middle of the street,
dashing off angrily in opposite directions
when I approach.

A dog barks deeply
the sound lingering
in my backyard,
spreading out thickly through the
cool, damp, air.

I do not have a dog.

It is snowing in May.

I tremble from exhaustion,
fumble with the light switches
curl up in a soft bed
and live inside my dreams.

Across The Bar

At a certain time of afternoon,
The sun spills across the tops of the mountains
peeking out beneath a layer of cool woolen clouds,
Bathing lucky in souls in rapt light
Turning the ordinary into gold
And each of us – briefly –
into Midas.

Kelsea and I took a lovely drive today. I needed to be up, up, up in the air, and feel the peace and solidity of the mountains surround me, helping me remember what’s real and what really matters. I have lovely memories of this spot and it was nice to make some more today.


Boulder, Colorado.

Quote of the day: “People think a soul mate is your perfect fit, and that’s what everyone wants. But a true soul mate is a mirror, the person who shows you everything that is holding you back, the person who brings you to your own attention so you can change your life.  A true soul mate is probably the most important person you’ll ever meet, because they tear down your walls and smack you awake.  But to live with a soul mate forever?  Nah. Too painful.  Soul mates, they come into your life just to reveal another layer of yourself to you, and then leave.  A soul mates purpose is to shake you up, tear apart your ego a little bit, show you your obstacles and addictions, break your heart open so new light can get in, make you so desperate and out of control that you have to transform your life, then introduce you to your spiritual master…” —  Elizabeth Gilbert

Daily gratitudes:
MKL tucking me in when he left this morning
Wind in my hair
My Coconut Chicken Thai Curry Soup


On Regrets

I once gave you a two-headed coin
to protect you from fates that hurt you.

Now, you choose to hurt me with your words,
And I am thrown into the River Styx,

I do not want to be here,
trying to breathe.

I hope the ferryman
will accept that coin as payment.

Please ask him to take care
not hit me with his oars
as you pass by
for I have been hurt

A toast to Friday, and that perhaps you will get two photos of the day today, but I’m not promising. It’s been a long week.

The St. Julien Hotel, Boulder Colorado.

Quote of the day: “In his blue gardens men and girls came and went like moths among the whisperings and the champagne and the stars.” — F. Scott Fitzgerald

Daily gratitudes:
Watching pigeons playing beak soccer with a french fry
Laughing with MKL about head tilt directions
Floor picnics
Full moons
Ducks in my dreams

You scratch. Well, this charming goat scratches.

The zephyr winds of spring twirled down Blake Street today as MKL and I walked. It was lovely.

Goat with an Itch
Denver, Colorado.

Quote of the day: “Within every woman there is a wild and natural creature, a powerful force, filled with good instincts, passionate creativity, and ageless knowing.” — Clarissa Pinkola Estes

Daily gratitudes:
The port-a-pottys sailing through the sky this afternoon
Cats on fences
The idea of a pink moon
Feeling like Sisyphus finally pushing the rock over that hill

The Fiddlehead Ferns of Fate

The passionate young man in overalls
has aged gracefully.
He tends his garden as he tends his children,
lovingly and in such a way
that each progeny,
be it flesh and blood
or root and leaf,
knows that it is treasured.

The wildness of soul is –

For now –

Expressed in a mystical empathy with beautiful beasts
and in decadent desserts.

He has danced in the pouring rain
and judged the quality of absinthe in a dim cafe
and always remembered a single promise.

A man of such heart
the cool and wonderous touch of fate
found in another’s hand to hold
as he passes through
this sun-dappled world.

I hope
he finds it
somewhere admist the ferns.

Today was a big day, a day of big changes, and while all change is scary, this one feels like a door has opened instead of closed. I like that feeling. It’s scary and exciting. I am hopeful.


Virgin Gorda, British Virgin Islands.

Quote of the day: “There’s nothing wrong with reading a book you love over and over. When you do, the words get inside you, become a part of you, in a way that words in a book you’ve read only once can’t.” — Gail Carson Levine

Daily gratitudes:
Peaceful partings
New beginnings
My Kindle
Public transportation on days when the roads are bad


A Writer’s Spring

In a different realm,
the road to the future is paved with words.

They spiral before me on a natural path,
scrolling and spilling.

Spirits tell me
Some words will be kicked aside
and some will be embraced,
but just now,
no one knows which will
be which.

It is finally time
to take pen in hand
And turn
down the path
toward a writer’s spring.


April 2013


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