She concentrates, eyes closed, and wills her scary thoughts into the box — the thoughts that wake her in the night. She had decorated the box with childhood fears, so they knew the way home. When I open the box, nothing is there. With a silent nod to me and the tap of her magic … More Closing the Monster Box
MOON FULL OF MOONS was featured recently in a full, two-page review by the Journal of Poetry Therapy, the publication of the National Association of Poetry Therapy. Like me, the NAPT believes in the healing power of poetry, and they are doing wonderful and necessary work towards “promoting growth and healing through language, symbol, and story”. … More Poetry Therapy
There are people talking loudly. They are interrupting my serenity. It looks like I will need to move. There is sweat on my forehead. I must wipe it away. I can’t go for a walk because it started to rain. I could choose to partake in the endless adjustment, the continual optimization of my surroundings. I could … More Adjust the Mind
As autumn wanes and activities move indoors, we have time to reflect on our many blessings: family, friends, health, love, abundance, beauty, and kindness. Among my blessings, I count readers and others near and far with whom I have made a special connection — strangers who realize and share a parallel journey of soul work and healing. One … More An Expression of Gratitude (Quick Book Giveaway)
MOON FULL OF MOONS is the First Place Winner of the Royal Dragonfly Book Award in Poetry! I love their tagline: “Dragonflies are reminders that we are light and can reflect light in powerful ways if we choose to do so.” It’s a perfect fit for MOON FULL OF MOONS, which is about finding happiness … More Award-Winning Book!
Newman Vega Voom Airplane (named by my son as a toddler) I created this post at the morning bus stop, which makes me feel like a super-cool mom! Need some photos for your school project today? Don’t worry, Honey; I’ll post a few on my blog. Oops! How did this get uploaded?
There is a little story behind it, as there is for most things. Several years ago I was indeed in the ER, and I wrote this poem on the back of an envelope with a dry erase marker. And I felt like dim sum as I was wheeled from one station to another. And the medical … More It’s like your heart doesn’t know what to do…winner of the Goodreads Poetry Contest
Moments appear suddenly, like shooting stars, magical and fleeting. I memorize the feeling, the light shared and now gone. Moments defy capture. They slip through the nettings of the mind. They leave a few tangible elements to be swept into a pile, words and photos, memories like an imprint on time. But when I burden myself … More Oh, what I miss when I live in my head
It may seem like there are enough of us that we couldn’t possibly matter to each other. We feel anonymous: one hidden in a mass of seven billion. We can pop out of our hole, do what we want, and pop back in without consequence. We can toss litter or scowl at a stranger. It … More Web of Connection
As a child I was told that, as a woman, “letting yourself go” meant not wearing makeup. A woman who “let herself go” was one who frequently wore comfortable clothes and let her hair fall naturally. This kind of “let-go woman” certainly didn’t wear heals and nylons. And who would want a woman like that? She had let herself go. And yet, … More Letting go of letting myself go