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Love Mindfulness Nature Poem Poetry Writing

Communicable

PROPAGATION I’ve taken to humming in the produce section while caressing the plums, sneaking sniffs of the cilantro, eyeing the lemons, audacious in their yellowry. It’s a low, soothing thing, the thrum of air over…

MelindaMarch 12, 2020

Autism Bink Family Love Mindfulness Nature Parenting Poem Poetry Women's Issues Writing

Harmonious Discord

This morning I walked early, mismatched garments layered to repel a cold, spitting rain. I’d pushed his baseball cap down hard over the knitted ear band I bought to share with her, which she most…

MelindaMarch 5, 2020

Art Mindfulness Poetry Writing

BEGIN AGAIN

BEGIN AGAIN “Our life is an apprenticeship to the truth that around every circle another can be drawn; that there is no end in nature, but every end is a beginning, and under every deep…

MelindaFebruary 14, 2020

Mindfulness Nature Poem Poetry Writing

FISHING

Perched on the frost hardened bank of the wide, cold river, eyes intent on the rushing water, dark and high, I notice the greenish brown river grasses, rooted hopefully in their muddy beds, in a…

MelindaFebruary 7, 2020

Family Mindfulness Nature Poem Poetry Spirituality Writing

My Bread and Butter

Hello, dear blog. Hello, faithful tribe of readers. My neglect this past month stems not from writers block, but from posting block. Yes, it’s a thing, one which might even merit capitalization. Posting Block. I…

MelindaDecember 30, 2019

Love Mindfulness Poem Poetry Spirituality Writing

Imagine the Harvest

Mercy What if we had drills, not just for disasters, fires and hurricanes, not just for active school shooters and any possible terrorisms both foreign and domestic, what if we had rigorous training in kindnesses:…

MelindaNovember 27, 2019

Love Mindfulness Nature Poem Poetry Spirituality

In Plain Sight

Deus Occultatum Love sparks and cells cluster, forming flowers and rainstorms, people and evergreens, calling bees and grasshoppers to song, squirrels and deer, to dance. Love lifts the paintbrush to the canvas, parts the lips…

MelindaSeptember 16, 2019

Mindfulness Nature Poem Poetry Spirituality Writing

Temporal Tryst

Carpe diem, quam minimum credula postero, meaning “seize the day while trusting as little as possible on what tomorrow might bring”. Tomorrow In a daytime dream, the kind of interlude I once slipped into and…

MelindaJuly 10, 2019

Harmonious Discord

BEGIN AGAIN

My Bread and Butter

In Plain Sight

Temporal Tryst

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