home

a steaming mug of tea
i wait.
i wait.
i wait....
then,
a splash of cream.
a sip.
i taste--
a good read in a comfy leather chair
a roaring fire on a rainy day
a long afternoon nap in which time stops

home

black top hat

oddly out of place in broad daylight
makes the day seem an occasion to celebrate

lying in meditation

lying in meditation i experience a few moments of "in the moment" living and i realize just how "out of the moment" i have been

reading to my children

my voice catches and tears escape
"mom stop!" they plead
and i remember
the terror of my mother's tears

in salabhasana (locust pose)

we kiss our mats
and i feel at one
with the earth

my toenails

freshly painted, "I'm not just a waitress" red
sparkle and delight!

kites-

hundreds of them
hover in the air
like a swarm of insects

otherworldly

the sky so blue
and cloudless
it looks unreal

bracing is the wind

as i step out of the warm pool
into a cold, cold breeze

fear

fear rises up as i dream about what i want to do next;
turning daydreams into daymares

now

time feels elusive and finite today
i scramble to "get it all done"
there is never enough
and yet, that's all there is

tartine

a toasted baguette
smothered in butter
with a smidge of strawberry jam
-homemade-
the sweetness lingers on my tongue

chasing the waves

diving in, under, on
riding the surf
to a place called JOY

the pacific is not pristine

in westport, wa
but still beautiful
sand, surf and seaweed mingle
with planks and plastic
it's nature, without nuture

the sounds of a summer afternoon:

birds singing
kids screeching
lawn mower revving
i pause in my work
to really listen

the full moon

obscured behind clouds of pink and grey
still has its effect

sometimes i see my husband

out of the corner of my eye
i notice how attractive he is
and i remember that i forget

hate exists

on the other side
of a fine line
called "not love"

in my son's taut chest

chiseled jaw
strong legs
i see the man he will become

811

one month to go