Category Archives: Writing

Single blade of grass, Sparkling , frosted, diamond glow, Greens under warm feet.

The mind is like the ocean, The universe, Full of paradoxes, And traps, And labyrinthine paths, That lead to nowhere. We are wise to be wary of it, Yet seek to befriend it. For it allows us to know consciousness, To glimpse that formless energy, That is ever present, Unchanging, One with the waves inducedContinue reading “The mind”

Vast as the sea, Powerful and mysterious, With unknown depths and wonders, Unpredictable and tempestuous. It calls, it captivates, enraptures, But never says “I am yours.” And so we long for it, Awestruck by it’s power and majesty. If we are wise, We allow it’s many moods, weather it’s storms, We honor and respect it,Continue reading “Sea”

Light kisses the horizon, Blushing the sky in pink and purple. Birds swoop and soar, Nocturnal creatures make their beds, To sleep in safety through the day. Insects scurry, industrious And oblivious to the passing of time. A new baby takes it’s first breath, As someone, somewhere, Releases their last with a sigh. We rushContinue reading “November Morning”

A letter I sent to the hospice team I have the privilege to work with. Dear Colleagues: I feel a deep sense of gratitude as I finish my orientation that I would like to share with you. Each person who has helped to orient me has had an impact on my practice. To the CNA’sContinue reading “Gratitude”

Thunder rumbles And lightening slices the sky. Rolls across the horizon, Rips it And yet it remains As it was And always changing And always the same An appearance in consciousness A wonder A miracle And we are so small Witnessing eternity.

Life does not just sleep In the darkness. Even when there is too little light To see There is movement, Stretching upward, outward Down into sweet earth. Fertility abides without illumination Resounds in the quiet The soft hooting of an owl Outside the window Under countless stars Within infinite galaxies. Darkness invites light, Night, theContinue reading “Mystical”

Each petal, Precious, pixilated light, And color.

Row, Row against the current. Do not let the tide Take you over. Though your arms grow tired, And beg for respite, Row until you find The one you have always been seeking. Row until you are laid bare upon the shore, And your soul unites with the truth Of who and all that youContinue reading “Row”

The road is bumpy, Full of potholes and misdirection. It is understandable to become discouraged, To lose your way, To not want to ask for directions anymore. But the path reveals us, Allows the possibility for change, To a new course. One that starts with love and compassion for ourselves, To stand under the newContinue reading “The Road”