The moon has spilled a bucket of sterling, which washes over the landscape like a river. The trees reach up as if bathing in a shower of light. Their leaves soak in every drop, turning each one into a silver-plated work of art. A forest is coated with light itself and glowing so brightly it … Continue reading Even Now
Nature
Legacy
I’ve been thinking about leaving a legacy lately. Maybe it’s working with elderly parents, wondering when they are gone what of them will continue on in generations to come. I am recognizing with new eyes, we all leave an inheritance of one kind or another. I’m pondering what I want mine to be. These … Continue reading Legacy
Creation’s Song
Creation speaks to me. Always has. The smallest flower, the highest mountain…all of it is inspiring to me because it points me to the one I love, who loves me. Rain is my love language. The moon is my muse. The thing about nature is it is rarely silent. There is always a song. In … Continue reading Creation’s Song
Summer Song
There is something magical about porch sitting, and it really doesn’t matter whose porch I am on, they are all enchanted to me. Today the carpet of grass is silver with dew, the wet dirt is deep red from summer rain. The green extends to the edge of a forest. The morning light is … Continue reading Summer Song
Rainstorm
The trill song of a bird rises above the gentle patter of the rain. It is a subdued wake up song. A rooster crows in the distance, barely heard over the sound of the drops echoing through the forest. The steady pouring of water pounds on the ground and the bushes. The smell of the … Continue reading Rainstorm
The Sun Called Today
The sun called today. He asked if I wanted to come out to play. “Of course,” I said, “You’ve been away so long I thought you were never coming back. I would love to get together, I’ll meet you at the lake.” He was waiting for me when I arrived. His smile was dazzling and reflected … Continue reading The Sun Called Today
Kayaking
In an effort to keep my body moving, I have desired to take up kayaking for a while now. My legs still work, but some days I am not sure how long that will be true. The cartilage in the joints is disintegrating thanks to chemo, so hiking can sometimes be painful. Being a paddler … Continue reading Kayaking
My Dearest Lake Trail
My Dearest Lake Trail, I am writing to tell you how much I have missed you these past months. My heart has been as bleak as the winter weather, which seems to be never ending lately. I know in the past I have visited even in the cold, but for some reason this year … Continue reading My Dearest Lake Trail
Windstorms
The wind is howling, rushing down the mountain through the trees; they are possessed with it. I can feel them bowing and bending. I can hear the violence of crashing branches. Surround sound starts on one side of me and then swirls around to the other. In the wee hours, when my mind is wide … Continue reading Windstorms
The Silence of God
I sit in silence on my back porch, contemplating. The leaves are worshiping all around me in a kaleidoscope of color. I sit and wait, for what? I do not know. I am drawn inward to listen for words which do not present themselves. I have found in order to jiggle them loose, I … Continue reading The Silence of God
