Pigeon Distraction

I’m talking sternly to the pigeon through the window glass, knocking and making eye contact. I know she hears me. Trying to get my one thousand words, trying to write a poem about trust, and she’s coo-coo-cooing on her nest. Perhaps this is some comfort, the sounds she makes resonating through her feathered bottom to…

Everything a Prayer

I’ve always wondered at Alan’s story of embracing a faith later in life. It’s not so important which faith or what religion, but that he seemed to make both an intellectual and emotional decision about his continued existence and practice based on the realization that he had indeed been praying his whole life, and that…

Integration of History and Traditions

I remember standing in the cool quiet of the Cusco Cathedral of Santo Domingo, despite the number of visitors to one of Peru’s most famous landmarks. Our guide, Camila, whose enthusiastic English made you love Peru immediately because she loved Peru, led us around various chapels noting the ancient Inca stones at the foundations of…

Speaking in Your Own Voice

                                          Quote from my article, State of Grace. Read it here!      

February

This morning, the moon woke me up through the western window. February winds outside the bare branches of the lilac clicking against each other, no buds. February is funny that way—a few days of warmer weather, the shoots of tulips and daffodil pressing up through winter soil, and we imagine spring. But it’s not yet…

Football: Poetry in Motion

The Seattle Seahawks won the Super Bowl on Sunday. I was so happy for my city, having never won the Lombardi trophy before, and I was happy for the players, and Coach Carroll, and the families of the players and the 12th Man fans. It was exciting and a wonderful example of tenacity, focus and…

A Powerful Verse

This is a lovely video featuring Robin Williams’ speech for the boys in Dead Poets Society, one of my favorite films. He reminds the prep school boys moving towards their career pursuits and the future ahead that poetry, art, passion is the thing that makes us sing, makes us love, makes us want to live…

Fierce Edges

It was initially hard to imagine why David might ask us to notice the fierce edges of our lives, our existence, on the trip to the Galapagos. I had anticipated beauty, creatures great and small, unique vistas. When you are on the stunning MVV Evolution and your every need is anticipated by a crew of…

Leader Faith

Why have I always loved language? I don’t know. I’ve been at home in it. This morning, reading the piece from Henry V about Harry’s walking through the camps of soldiers before the fight, and his seeing their strength and potential even though they were rag-tag tired and forlorn. A leader believes and has faith…

Seeing the Clear Path

Fog is an apt metaphor for states of consciousness. This morning, the fog was soft, white and thick in the icy darkness. Even the light of day didn’t lift it much and so, unlike just darkness, fog is soft and frightening in its quiet. We seem to tread more quietly, take our time. A broad,…