by lori | Aug 30, 2016 | Beauty, Nature, Neighbors, Poetry, Respite, Seasons
Dancing in the breeze the tree is quiet and self-contained. Well, self-contained except for the sun the soil, the birds butterflies and bees rain and wind Daniel and me pruning away dead and crossing branches inviting more sun in to her center lending her our... by lori | Aug 27, 2016 | Artists, Gratitude, Here and now, Poetry, Respite, Women
Every time. Every single time I doubt my intuition compromise what I need shove aside my body’s warnings bow before convention elevate kindness too far above truth allow another’s needs, or society’s, to entirely drown my own the world goes sideways,... by lori | Jul 21, 2016 | Culture Shift, Feelings, Poetry, Respite
Security /səˈkyo͝orədē/ noun Weapons, walls, blame, and technology are not security. For me security is an open space within. Security is the freedom to be a gentle sprite at rest and moving among ever-shifting hearts. Cross-generational laughter. Borrowing others’... by lori | Jul 7, 2016 | Beauty, Culture Shift, Feelings, Gratitude, Poetry, Respite
If I was a person this world would destroy me. Good thing then that I am at peace under your fingernails. A robin on her nest. Shining feather grass waving in the ditch. Moving clouds at rest in the sky. And the wind rolling foam into waves for the fun of it. You may... by lori | Feb 15, 2016 | Artists, Beauty, Culture Shift, Feelings, Grief, Here and now, Love, Poetry, Respite
Muse #1: Mine This is My home I am allowed to retreat and rest speak my mind create make mistakes be myself be silly be forgiven feel safe lead welcome gift play wonder ask questions contribute wander make a significant difference hide be ill laugh love lose get angry... by lori | Jan 14, 2016 | Aging Gratefully, Alzheimer's, Here and now, Poetry, Respite
I move in the world a changed being now being now today the yellow grass in the field up the hill is bowing to the rain the sea and the land and the sky cede their colors into fog becoming one passing waxwings eat red berries off the vine, laugh at the cat through the...