Friday, October 24, 2014

What is your purpose? Why are you here?
Find your voice, what do you want to say?

Maybe why I really am here is to just take up this space,
and not to say much. And maybe that is enough.

Thursday, June 20, 2013

Be the most spectacular
that God intended you to be. 
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Thursday, June 13, 2013

So who was "Sweet William"?  And how does he feel
 about having this flower named after him?
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Wednesday, June 12, 2013

The Day The Music Died

I can't tell you what day it was,
all I know is the sadness that comes
from keys that need dusting
and pedals that are frozen,
from singing and dancing
that all end

because things change,
life goes on,
and sometimes,
music-makers forget

and the makers of the music makers
are left, shaky,
trying to hum parts of tunes
that have long been
shelved for bigger and better things

why is it that bigger and better
leaves me bereft?
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Tuesday, June 11, 2013

lacey blue hydrangea,
memories of my Grandma's tatting
this color always makes me think of her
on her knees,
praying the rosary
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Thursday, November 01, 2012

this was the quiet
before the ferocious storm
shook feathers from ducks 
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Tuesday, October 23, 2012

I'm blessed with the most
spectacular friends in the world
who can create such beauty
with cloth, thread,
and love.
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