by lori | May 15, 2017 | Beauty, Culture Shift, Gratitude, Grief, Here and now, Love, Nature, Neighbors, Pacific Northwest, Poetry, Respite, Work
When the wind strolls in, my meadow friends dance and bow. When waves rush to crash across my ocean friend, wide beach smiles back at me and the eagles work-resting silent on wind above etch sky-to-horizon greetings down all the way home so strong, having learned to... by lori | Feb 24, 2017 | Gratitude, Grief, Here and now, Nature, Poetry
i. see her there that wide open tree out my window the one with gray arm branches, no leaves, and peeling bark? holding divine moss in perfectly twisted hands? the one that all the flickers love? I am breaking, she says, just breaking. ii. Here in this valley between... by lori | Feb 6, 2017 | Dreams, Grief, Pain, Poetry, Wayfinding
Since the inauguration two weeks ago, I’ve been having nightmares. I was too freaked out to share them, until I read Sherman Alexie’s new poem Autopsy about his dream that his passport was bleeding. Thank you, master poet. For sharing your pain. I woke up... by lori | Jan 17, 2017 | Friendship, Poetry
Here in our world, which is cold and dark at the moment, January just became Write a Poem for Friends Month. So all my posts this month will be poems I write for friends. This one is for my friend Danyale Thomas Ross. I considered her a friend for many months before I... by lori | Oct 17, 2016 | Beauty, Content, Gratitude, Here and now, Nature, Poetry, Respite
I love it when the wind strolls in and my meadow friends dance and bow. Love it when waves rush to crash across my ocean where the wide beach smiles up where the eagles rest silent on the wind above etch greetings sky to horizon down to me all the way home: carried... 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...