seashell sigh….

Barefoot heart on sand,  listening to treasures
say themselves over  tired places,
to the rhythm of mercy rolling back the tide
with gifts given up from the sea


glistening with a thousand  years of morning
and the shining affection of a  limitless heart,
these tokens of tenderness
left by the deep.

*glad sigh*

“If you suddenly and unexpectedly feel joy,  don’t hesitate.  Give in to it…..
don’t be afraid of it’s plenty.
Joy is not made to be a crumb.”
-Mary Oliver

belly burning bright…

I want to see sweetness instead of shortness
in the brief breath of butterfly days,
to taste the seeds of next summer in the last slice of melon
and to believe in restoration even as angry words tumble out on top of themselves.
I want to honor aliveness that way,

 to believe that being is more than doing,
seeing is more than proving,
beauty is more than pretty
and that the oppressed are touched by grace each time we pray,
praying even fierce comfort into their suffering,
comfort that defies understanding,
angels whispering living things that slice right through the torment
and that no one ever,  ever suffers


It’s hard to hear the horror….to let it rake across your soul harsh
until your coals burn gray and ashe,
but I will believe that it matters what our hearts cry out,
that we can hurl our voices into the universe
and they’re heard.
For the lonely,  for the stolen,  for the terrified,
we can release penetrating light and it makes a difference.

We are not helpless;
keep the fire in your belly burning bright.


“The world is indeed full of peril,  and in it are many dark places;
but still there is much that is fair,  and though in all the lands love is
now mingled with grief,   it grows perhaps the greater.”
-J.R.R. Tolkien

(my monthly  zine,  Ripplesongs,  is also burning bright with hope
and unmuddled joy,  fresh from the oven  in my little  etsy store
if you’d like a
copy to have and hold and hopefully share)


Sweetly summered still…

Sharing sweet somethings from a summer
slipping somehow to a close…..
(Sorry…..couldn’t stop myself)

~most foodie love - tomatoes growing scandalous in my front yard,
lightly salted and eaten still warm from their suburban vines
(lots of other veggies,  too)
-I had so much fun as a gardener this year.

~most soothing space  - a little prayer garden we built
in the back yard,  strung with starry twinkle lights,
and tucked in cozy my roomy swing.
* swing-swing* *pour out heart*  *swing-swing*
*swing-swing*  *listen tender*  *swing-swing

~biggest summer strangeness – no swimsuit lines on this farmers tanned skin,
no swimming at all……that’s a first since,
well,  that’s a first.

~second biggest first of Summer -  no despair about the first summer first.
Didn’t surrender up one morsel of joy over it
and feeling sweetly summered still.

 ~biggest summer solution – Did some stretchy creative art-growing  with the front entrance
of our neighborhood because funds were short so instead of the usual plantings
I seeded strong sunflowers,  feathery cosmos and brilliant zinnias
and, my God,  their blossoms made my heart twirl colors I’ve never met before.
It was some serious splendor…..really satisfying stuff.

~sweetest summer  surprise -  goldfinches!


~biggest slip and save – I tugged hard on a long weed and up came the weed
and a huge swarm of angry yellow jackets.  I fell backwards and was stung only once.
On my hand.  Like a slap.  Could’ve been way more wicked.

~biggest sigh of satisfaction – my zine was born and took
it’s first tentative toddles.

~scariest leap and learning curve - letting my zine be born and take it’s first
tentative toddles.

~best summer read - strange that this would even make the feed
but so crazy-helpful that I’d love to issue every human being a copy:
Seven Principles for Making Marriage Work.
Is that not just an unfortunate title?
The cover is even worse (really,  it’s a wonder anyone bought the first copy.)
But it’s brilliant stuff,  this.  Like a relationship whisperer.

~bye-to-summer splurge
-  banana bread with chocolate fudge icing
(or is this a hello to the season coming on golden with change?)
Either way,

~what I’m loving - living
yeah,  it’s a romance worth keeping alive


Dear Life,
“I didn’t fall in love with you.
I walked into love with you,  with my eyes wide open,
choosing to take each step along the way.
I’d choose you;  in a hundred different lifetimes,
in a hundred worlds,  in any version of reality,
I’d find you and I’d choose you.”
-The Chaos of Stars

I’ll be sending September copies of my Ripplesongs zine
to Jane (my high school English teacher!),
Barbara and Susie.
Just need snail mail addresses and I’ll put your packages on a fast pony.

letting wonder woo you…


Keep being wowed,
heaven blowing often kisses,
and because you’re watching,
you catch and let them woo you,

  keeping palms up and heart open,
your romance with living alive.


Keep showing up to the table,
going soft to miracle and mystery,
to all the mundane glory
winking and whispering tender
over the unique heart
that it’s wilding to win.

(that’d be yours,  m’dear)

You’re the prize,  you know:)

I want to give away a copy of my fresh little creation I call Ripplesongs.
It’s a zine…..the September issue still warm from the oven.
It’s my passion to donate these to waiting rooms wherever people are hurting
and hungry for hope.
I hope this bold, roomy read feels like a walk through a beautiful garden,  a strong shot of courage,  a big gulp of air.
I’ll draw a name next week from the comments….please tell me where you’d maybe donate a copy
and I’ll send an extra and one for you,  too.
With a whole heap of love.

“I like living.
I have sometimes been wildly,  despairingly,  acutely miserable,
racked with sorrow,  but through it all I still know quite certainly
that just to be alive is a grand thing.”
-Agatha Christi

anyway and everything….


It’s groaning with gratitude,  my anyway jar,
filling up with goodness glinting like unpolished gold
in these hardscrabble times
and my heart grins brighter with each plunk of plenty
and I remember laughing how I thought I’d fill one quicker
with “stuff that sucks”

and I think that maybe,  in time,  I’d have had to dump
the “holy crap,  this bites” pile into the
“thanks for this brilliance” jar and see it all true
and call it all good,  the whole lump of it,


because it’s all being worked together that way,
crafted into something I wouldn’t have wanted to miss
or control
or sleep through dull

and now  I’m thinking thanks for it all,
the bits that are beautiful and blistering and balmy and broken;
I’ll take it all grateful
because loving genius is weaving the parts
into story large and strong
and I can trust this resourceful heart
with my everything.

Just doing a little heartcheck as the year unfolds
and the one little word I chose
still challenging me.
Do you have a word that’s speaking to you?

If you are kind,  people may accuse you of selfish ulterior motives.  Be kind anyway.
If you are successful,  you will win some unfaithful friends and some genuine enemies.
Be successful anyway.
What you spend years creating,  others could destroy overnight.  Create anyway.
If you find serenity and happiness,  some may be jealous.  Be happy anyway.
In the final analysis,  it is between you and God.
It was never between you and them,

- attributed to Mother Teresa