Friday, August 23, 2019
Saturday, August 17, 2019
Daily we must remind ourselves
that surprises happen when we
least expect them. The secret:
be alert and ready to embrace them.
Black-crowned Night Heron
. . .And for the artist to happen onto something
beautiful is a true gift.
Be generous--share the gift.
And in light of the word SHARE.
Here is a link to the latest issue of the CRESSET.
(Yours truly is proud and honored to have one of
her cento poems published in this literary review
that hails from Valparaiso University.)
Wednesday, July 24, 2019
What a day!
I won't get political in these posts, but I will say as
human beings we have a lot to learn about being kind.
Egret In Hiding
Plumeria In Bloom
Agapanthus Reaching Out
Nature brings me back to a better place.
May it also be with you.
Sunday, March 31, 2019
Sunday, March 17, 2019
Two days ago . . .
March 15th 2019
A Famous Poet Dies In His Sleep
W. S. Merwin was a gentleman--a gentle man. I met
him only once--once was enough for a memory that
would last me until this day 20 years later.
I had carried around a collection of his poems
since my college days at CSULB.
In 1999 I noted that Merwin would be reading
at the Times/UCLA Festival of Books. That
day I rushed to the Poetry Corner, knowing there
would likely be a crowd.
I spotted him approaching the tent and like any
crazy with enthusiasm poet, words of appreciation
gushed, "Oh, Mr. Merwin, I love your poems!"
"Good afternoon." He smiled.
" I just wanted you to know my favorite. . ."
"Oh, what poem is that?" When I saw that he
really wanted to know, I pulled out my copy of
Writings To An Unfinished Accompaniment and
turned to page 22.
When he saw the book, he mused "that's an old one."
Glancing over the page, recalling whatever feelings
had engender the writing of "Their Week" he asked
if he could borrow the book, "I'll read that poem--I kinda like it."
And so he did.
While he read it, I brought up my camera and very discreetly
captured an image as I listened. A poor quality photo--but
the moment was captured. After the reading, Merwin signed
the page and handed the book back to me. And now I am
handing on this story to you.
The memory as fresh as that day: April 24, 1999.
Rest In Peace W. S. Merwin
May you weave the bells of poetry forever.
Sunday, February 10, 2019
You may recall the Joni Mitchell song,
"Both Sides Now."
I've looked at clouds from both sides now
From up and down . . .
Well, these days there are lots of clouds in
Southern California! We are grateful for
the rain they bring. (No flooding, please.)
The Santiago Creek offered her gift to me this week.
They say we write the words we need to hear;
perhaps we take the pictures we need to see.
"Clouds" arrive in everyone's life -- sometimes when
we are least prepared for them. You know what I
If there are clouds in your life today, I pray for you--
for the grace to somehow see your trials from both sides.
I wish you Peace.