If we choose to, we can be the light (a poem)

  My heart weeps at the thought that some will not listen. Given the chance – they’ll walk away hands clutching their ears to feign IGNORANCE. Mouths forming the deceptive words “I did not know” – “I did not see” – “That is not what I have experienced.” We cannot continue to live – surrounded…

True America Weeps, a poem

  I’m tired Of the division The building Of barriers The refusal To listen The reluctance To hear The violation Of rights Yet the Loud demand To preserve Their own The memorialization Of accomplishments Yet the denial That many Different hands From many Different lands Toiled and struggled To forge The foundations Of our home….

I have not soared, a poem

Sometimes, the beauty is in accepting what we cannot change.     I have not flown, I have not soared, but somehow, I have settled in. There is a comfort there, perhaps. A rose satisfied to be a rose whose scent is still sweet whose beauty finds solace, breathing in the morning sun. No accolades…

Our New Normal

With the Coronavirus, things have quickly changed.  I am sure it has been an overwhelming experience for most of us.  It has shown our best side and our worst side – and it still has not run its course.  I hope that all of you are doing well – are staying safe and also taking…

Photography: Keeping Warm with Winter Dreams (Part 2)

Thought I’d return again to some of my favorite photos from our trip to California last year with the kids.  Seeing as things are still warm here, I can only dream of sunshine.  The last couple of days have been gray and dreary.   We normally go out walking in the afternoons.  I’ve even gotten…

Raise Our Voices, a poem

  Some of us are the songs, she says… the lilting melody the gentle birdsong the reverberating pulse that soothes the inner spaces. Most of us are not aware of this, but still – we sing, filling the silence with reassurance and hope. Some of us are the songs, she says… and some of us…

I Won’t Leave You Alone, a poem

  I whispered in the silent moments, when no one else was brave to speak I wanted people to know – I knew they were there. Often, in the shadows they would stand quietly, hands in their pockets, head down, holding their worn, uncomfortable smile for fear someone would notice that they were all alone….

Poem: Desperate to be Acknowledged

Every once in a while, (okay, probably more often than that) I find an image that really speaks to me.  I hope you enjoy…     Desperate to be Acknowledged   It is the well-hidden secret, the palpable breath upon your neck, the steely gaze of the oppressor, its sunken truths are visible – for…

Poem: For Words are Powerful Things

  I learned to hide from an early age, not behind mother’s skirts, or father’s towering stature, there was no safety there. Instead, I clung to the shadows blending into the background praying that I could remain unseen and unheard, though my soul desired to be understood. All I could wonder – “Can anyone see…

Photography: Keeping Warm with Winter Dreams

At some point, every winter, I can’t help myself but try to remember warmer times.  Considering we have actually had snow stick around for a while now (which is a rare thing here) and the temperatures have stayed lower, I needed some warming up.  Some winters, we are actually fortunate enough to go to California…