Shepherd’s Story

A winter's poem I wrote a few decades ago. . . In Decemberthe sky darkened but a star cracked the blacknessto perch like a red bird on the waiting finger of an evergreen tree. Hiking through the field we knelt on damp leaves and knew: the Earth will heal herself. Merry Christmas, Happy Chanukah, Blessed … Continue reading Shepherd’s Story

Happy Holidays!

As the solstice brings the return of light, as Christians celebrate the birth of the Light of the World, may we feel the blessings of Divine Energy which surrounds us at all times, despite appearances. Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, Blessed Solstice, and Happy New Year! Time for a long winter's nap! See you in January!!

When the Time Travel Agent Asks When and Where

I choose San Francisco because I miss ocean air. I’ve been sleep walking in a dusty valley but the air in San Francisco is cold and saline. When you walk through it without a hat or scarf it’s bracing. You feel alive. I choose 1967, imagining the Summer of Love, thinking I might land in … Continue reading When the Time Travel Agent Asks When and Where

Shepherd’s Story

A winter's poem I wrote a few decades ago. In December the sky darkened but a star cracked the blackness to perch like a red bird on the waiting finger of an evergreen tree. Hiking through the field we knelt on damp leaves and knew: the Earth will heal herself. Merry Christmas, Happy Chanukah, Blessed … Continue reading Shepherd’s Story

Grace: a Surprise from the Universe

This is a reprint of a favorite holiday story. Enjoy! This is a true story.  It happened several years ago, when I was still working full time. It was early on a Saturday morning when I set out with a long list of errands.  First up:  go to the ATM for cash so I could … Continue reading Grace: a Surprise from the Universe

Meditation on an Advent Wreath

Greetings! This week I've updated a Christmas post from a few years past. It seems more meaningful than ever right now. Long ago, in the pagan cultures of the far north, work and travel were severely limited by cold and snow as days grew shorter.  Farmers and their families would remove a wheel from their carts … Continue reading Meditation on an Advent Wreath

Loving Harvey: some Christmas musings

I wrote and published this piece six years ago, shortly after the death of a close friend.  I came across it this week, and honestly, I'd forgotten that I wrote this as a Christmas meditation.  The idea of surprise is becoming a theme for me this December.  Life deals us all some pretty unpleasant surprises … Continue reading Loving Harvey: some Christmas musings

Meditation on an Advent Wreath

Written with my Tuesday group with the prompt:  traditions that become oppressive! Long ago, in the pagan cultures of the far north, work and travel were severely limited by cold and snow as days grew shorter.  Farmers and their families would remove a wheel from their carts as a sign of surrender to the great … Continue reading Meditation on an Advent Wreath

The Elf on the Ledge (copyright pending)

One day, before our writing practice, most everyone in the writing circle professed ignorance of the modern tradition called “The Elf on the Shelf.”  Although I am no expert either, I found myself compelled to write the following. The elf appears mysteriously on a shelf in homes where parents deign to invite him in.  “This … Continue reading The Elf on the Ledge (copyright pending)