Thursday, January 17, 2019

POET MARY OLIVER

Today the world lost a friend.

Mary Oliver died at the age of 83.

Mary Oliver was a poet of nature, with language
that did more than celebrate--it taught us how
to live. Her voice will be missed. 

I am indebted to Oliver and inspired by her 
words on prayer being a "doorway/
into thanks and a silence in which/
another voice may speak. . ."

























                 Rest In Peace




Saturday, October 27, 2018

ONE WHITE ROSE

Someone needs a rose right now.

If that person is you, know this single

white flower is meant as a sign of Peace.


 





















          Peace & Love


Monday, October 1, 2018

Time For October

Are you ready?

Nature wants a change --even if only little by little.









Hurrah!   Fall


Thursday, September 20, 2018

Donald Hall

                                



Yes, I have a beautiful letter from him.
Yes, it gives me hope.
Yes, I am indebted to Donald Hall. . .
as so many poets are!


                          ~  Happy 90th Birthday  ~

  

                                       Poets are never really gone are they? 

                                                       Their poems live
                                        far beyond their days in this world!


                                                          Rest In Peace
                                                                       

                                                        



Sunday, August 26, 2018

John McCain

The passing of a brave American.

                   




































                             Thank you John McCain


                                  REST IN PEACE

Thursday, August 23, 2018

Thursday, August 9, 2018

HOW CLOSE IS THE FIRE?

A fire is burning 40 miles from your home
in Southern CA and yet you feel it. Nature
has a way of showing us its scary side.
The sun is red during the day and at dusk
all is quiet and animals are mostly hiding.
We walk; we witness.



















A cell phone can't see what you do.

Even a small cave rat is cautious.



















         A short night walk.


Everything changes in the fire air.


A lady is coming back from walking her small dog. "Makes me want
to get down on my knees" she says. "Could be the end, you know?"

What will we learn from all these fires?