Meanwhile little fox asleep
Between my hands
Awakes
Bright eyes peer deep
She blinks then stands
And takes
No backward step
As into wilder lands
She breaks
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Shudder
in the night of knowing
A star glimmers
A shudder of light
Far far below
One willow leaf
Released and flying
Floats
And after
Bathed in dew afresh
It gleams
**Kindling Friendship**
**I’m reposting this little interview as a way to let you know *Kindling Friendship is coming back…probably not every Friday, but every few weeks or so. And by the way, Yoga and I are still together, still wrestling with ideas and the practice of meaningful living. But more on that later. Blessings and sweetness to you, my darling readers!**
It’s been a rather dreary Friday today, with gray skies and
intermittent drizzle. And while inhabitants of the Willamette Valley expect daily rain come winter, I can’t help longing for one more summer day, one more forever-blue sky, one more soothing embrace of warmth before the deluge begins.
Alas…
But I can do something after all. Inside my home, I will soon be kindling the Sabbath light. By lighting candles to welcome the seventh day (according to Jewish calendars, each day begins at sunset the previous day), by commemorating the miracle of Creation, I sanctify time and space, bringing a sense of holiness into the world.
And on this particular Friday, I will also begin to set aside time and space to appreciate friendships which bring me warmth and light. Each Friday I will feature someone I consider a friend—a fellow writer, long-time reader, someone who inspires me, delights me…
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Easy
When words come
Gentle
As morning dew
It’s easy to walk past them
Without noticing
Easy to miss the way
Living things respond
With welcome
With gratitude
With the memory of thirst upon their tongues
Dirty Dozen Author Interview – Joan Myles/Poet #Uniqueauthors #Meetanauthor
Oh my, what a sweet surprise, I just have to share with my darling readers! Thanks for being there!
Author name: Joan Myles
Please tell us a little about yourself. What makes you a #Uniqueauthor? I am a poet. But poetry is not just what I do. Poetry is how the world speaks to me–musically, in “pictures” of the heart, in whispers of insight, and throbbings of connection. And if I succeed, the words I configure will do more than relate what I perceive. They will nudge readers to experience these marvels for themselves.
Please tell us about your publications/work. My first book, One With Willows is a collection of what I call “spiritually playful” poetry. You see, childlike wonder is my lens for viewing the world, childlike wonder and a sense of the Divine. And all my writing is meant to be a kind of footpath for readers into that place of delight, to help them awaken their own childlike wonder, perhaps to find Divinity for themselves.
What…
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Autumn
Calendars point
And almanacs predict
But you already knew
Autumn is coming
You caught her mood in the breeze
Felt her cocky glance in afternoon light
And as leaves gather at your feet
You hear her crackling voice
Calling you inside
Calling you back to your hearth
Your home and your family
And back to yourself
To what Summer’s frivolity
Holds out of reach
At the end of a very long day
Life Flickers
*for my Mother on her birthday*
Life flickers
a flame
I can’t hold in my palm
A butterfly hovering
Just out of reach
And this hummingbird
So delicate
Breathing its last
On our door mat
Reminding us
On One Foot
On one foot
…brief updates about me and those I care about
*Oh, we had a ball with the grandsons yesterday…but raising children is truly for the young.
*I just finished reading a wonderful biography about Fyodor Dostoyevsky…and am looking for other good reads…any recommendations?
*Jumping back into yoga with CC today…I’ll keep you posted!
Love
Love
And what is love?
the gift
the giving
the invitation to play
the playing
the pleasuring
the singing together
the song
the you and me
the us
the here and now
the we
Sweet Troubador
A cricket to my window came
Sweet troubador
Without a name
And sang upon that dismal night
Beneath the moon’s full, golden light
His cheery tune
For all to hear
Who could resist?
So I drew near
And as his melody arose
Like angels up a ladder climb
I felt my worries and my woes
Dissolve and fade
In record time
And every night
That’s happened since
I yet await my singing prince
The moon may wane
Withhold its light
But he renews his song each night
Fulfills the dream I long to claim
Sweet troubador
without a name
