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Family Nature Poem Poetry Spirituality Writing

Our small eyes

Perchance Perhaps nothing begins or ends, not exactly. The field mouse knows the tall grass to be her world. We say morning comes, and yet it is always somewhere, just not in the very front…

MelindaMarch 11, 2019

Art Family Love Meditation Nature Poem Poetry Spirituality Writing

Love is a Rendering

Love is a Rendering Telling you how I love you is like trying to find things that haven’t been said about the ocean. My hands prefer to paint it— affection, water— sweeping, striped backgrounds,…

MelindaFebruary 14, 2019

Meditation Nature Poem Poetry Singing Spirituality Writing Yoga

Receiving the darkness

The word solstice was born from the Latin sol ( sun) and sistere ( to stand still). Solstice, winter This darker interlude could be a meditation, a reckoning with the deceptive nature of time. The…

MelindaDecember 22, 2018

Meditation Nature Poem Poetry Spirituality Writing

Morning is mostly a prayer

It's been over a month since I last posted here. The reasons are many, but I guess it all whittles down to this: not blogging begets not blogging. I'm here now, though, offering this poem…

MelindaDecember 20, 2018

Autism Bink Family Nature Parenting Poem Poetry Spirituality Writing

Arrivals

I'm posting this a day before my daughter's 26th birthday. I've always felt, with certainty, that we were meant to incarnate this way, as mother and daughter, at this particular time in the life of…

MelindaNovember 14, 2018

Bink Meditation Parenting Spirituality Writing Yoga

NOT ZEN, BUT NOW

Being present is easy when the blue sky moment is trimmed with green grass, when temperate breezes blow your hair back gently from your bright, clean face. You can hop off the worry train quickly…

MelindaJune 6, 2018

Art Cairns Nature Parenting Spirituality Uncategorized Writing

Per Annum

Every year, now, around my birthday, I feel a tug to write something, employing words to mark the privilege of completing another ride around the sun. This year’s efforts came in the form of a…

MelindaMay 27, 2018

Nature Poem Poetry Spirituality Writing

So many ways to say it. Be Here Now.

Between Opening the red door to a new spring day. my feet greet crumbs of last year’s leaves, dotted with recent, light green pollen all swirled into the little cove,…

MelindaMay 18, 2018

Nature Poem Poetry Writing

RESET

Reset This morning came twice to meet my wan welcome. There was pre-alarm almost-dawn when my eyelids were leaden, fingers numb after some sleep asana, and there was no joy in me to power the…

MelindaMarch 1, 2018

Crushes Nature Poem Poetry Spirituality Writing

Love letter to the morning

Love Letter to the Morning There is much they don’t know. Our history, the ways we cleaved together and then peeled apart. How you went on without me, blithely, and I mourned you even when…

MelindaSeptember 14, 2016