• The Visit

    Spring was here, and then. . . it wasn’t. Along with the snow, my older son returned home for a week’s break from college. Let the good times roll! He used to be such a big part of my daily life, but now I sit on the periphery and watch. Sometimes he asks for my… Continue Reading

  • The Pendulum

    Yesterday’s snowdrops lie . . . under a snow drop. Yesterday’s field of elegant beige . . . lies buried beneath a frosted blue haze. Yesterday’s patchwork . . . now shimmers in silver. Yesterday’s stillness . . . is shattered by birdsong. Yesterday’s growth . . . awaits the next thaw. Spring’s early glimmer… Continue Reading

  • Words

    Pedaling through the slumbering town of Mackinac Island, the smell of bubbling fudge drifts on the breeze. I brake for a muscly team of work horses clip-clopping toward the ferry. “Morning,” nods the driver looking like a slice of antiquity. “Morning,” I reply, the sound of my voice reassuring me this is not a dream.… Continue Reading

  • Morning Crown

    Snowy morning, frosted shadows, Lacy branches, stillness reigns. Muddy morning, breeze is warming, Rattling call of sandhill crane. Scented morning, red-winged blackbird, Peeper chorus, Spring is here! Barefoot morning, berries bursting, Fledgling summons does appear. Muggy morning, harvest forming, Rainbow colors bright and bold. Misty morning, flowers dwindling, Landscape painted orange and gold. Frosted morning,… Continue Reading

  • Poof

    Like the swirls of snowflakes out my window, a cloud of flour floated through my kitchen. Oh boy, I thought, here we go. Remember your intention. “What’s next?” asked my 8 year old son. “3/4 tsp. of cinnamon.” “I’ll get it,” he said, measuring a heaping teaspoonful of. . . Cumin. “Can I do the… Continue Reading

  • Soft Sounds of Solitude

    January 10, 2016 I have never been afraid to be alone in nature. In fact, I crave the quiet corners of this world where birdsong reigns. For in those corners my spirit soars, and I feel closest to God.   Peter, peter, peter   Chick-a-dee-dee-dee   Jeer, jeer   Cheer, cheer, cheer Sometimes in the… Continue Reading

  • A Great Start to a New Year

    January 2, 2016 As I look back and review 2015, at the top of my grateful list, surprisingly, sits a man named Paul. I remember the day Paul first appeared in my life. He conspicuously sat in the front pew (the one that is normally empty) of my small country church. Throughout the service, his… Continue Reading