by lori | Jul 25, 2017 | Acceptance, Essays, Grace, Imagination, Play and Magic, Story, Unapologetically Odd, Wayfinding
In late February 2017 before the gray skies here on Whidbey became blue, I looked out the window and saw a poem, about a dead tree, in the middle of the just-barely-beginning-to-bud forest. I called the poem Life 101. I eventually saw it for what it was: a poem for my... by lori | Jun 8, 2017 | Essays, Imagination, Inimitable Joy, Play and Magic, Story, Wayfinding
I was contacted this week by a lovely Canadian gentleman who runs a coworking space in Alberta who wants to talk to me next week about coworking, community, play, and collaboration. Fun! And how lovely to be reminded that not everyone on earth is bogged down by the... 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 | 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 | Mar 14, 2016 | Dragons, Essays, Magic, Play and Magic, Poetry
Like friendship, magic shows up when you invite her in. She sits to stay a spell when you take a deep breath and say “This is who I really am.” After that, to stay with magic becomes easier and harder. Easier, because now she’s an old friend. Harder, because old...