Sunday, April 28, 2013


i am not in a church
though standing on holy ground
love in my heart
compassion in my soul
goodness something to strive for
though i may fail
and fall
not detracting
from my spirit
but shoring up
my foundation
keeping my edges from
getting too sharp
too rough
protecting what softness remains
pensive and hesitant within
i stand and fall
stand and fail
stand and remain
standing on holy ground

Sunday, April 21, 2013

in the garden

the ground is ready
tilled and dark
soft and warm
falling through my hands
plants and seeds waiting by
watching the weather
looking for that sunny day
with my hair loose and free
bare armed
when nature and i
make magic

mine not yours

there is nothing i can give you
that you don't already have
these things you have
entirely within yourself
there all this time for you to claim
what i have within me
is my own
my freedom
my independence
my acceptance
my strength
my resolve
you cannot have them
they are my own
i will not give them up
why would you want mine
when you have your own?
perhaps you see that i possess these things
though i sometimes lack the clarity and confidence
to see them for myself

there is nothing i can give you
so what is it that you want from me?

Tuesday, April 16, 2013


fatigue and loneliness
battling for acceptance
in a space meant
for joy and peace
but joy is elusive
and peace so exclusive
that i'd much rather
just go to sleep

Tuesday, April 9, 2013

Sittin' on the Tumblr bus . . .
waiting for it to take me somewhere.  Scrolling along the posts, stopping to look at some, leaving others for another time.  It seems the pervasive, persistent theme is pain — emotional, spiritual pain.  We have been told, or perhaps some of us have just heard, that we are to treat others the way we wish to be treated.  The Golden Rule.  We have been told, or perhaps some of us have just heard, that we should be kind, that everyone is fighting a battle — Ian Maclaren or Plato, it’s your choice.  People, be good to yourself, first and foremost, and the rest of the world will fall into place.  Stop with the comparisons to others.  Stop with the hate.  Stop with the insecurities.  Do not allow the pain, anger, judgement, hatred, and insecurities of others to color your world.  Just stop it!  It is not easy — I know this for a fact.  This is not some Pollyanna, simplistic, impossible world view for suffering and pain are real and true.  I have existed on this planet for 54 years already and currently hurtling toward Year Marker 55.  We all make mistakes.  We all have our bad moments.  We all have things in our lives of which we are not proud — of saying, of doing.  Life may be suffering (Buddha), but “life is not a suffering Olympics” (Rabbi Harold Kushner).  Stand tall.  Love yourself.