Nature, it seems, having received
small mention from
the candidates,
crashed the debate
and insists her voice be heard. “You
can’t keep me off-
shore like some bank
account, nor can
you outsource me. I am the source.
Surely you know
I always have
the final word.”
JDG
In the moment when that golden
tree caught fire,
ignited by
the autumn sun,
I knew I needed nothing more.
Such consuming
beauty burned through
to being’s ground,
and in that space, the sight of that
tree aflame in
early morning
light was enough.
JDG
In Autumn’s morning light, a deer
stood watching me.
Yesterday, I
too watched as geese
and rabbits, squirrel, and deer passed by.
Not having some
other place to
be, I could just
be there – a silent witness to
what was also
there: animals,
and trees, and me.
JDG
Between the vast stillness of sky
and pond, no wind
blows. The turning
trees stand still and
silent too, all offering a
quiet prayer of
peace, silencing,
for a moment,
life’s hurried too and fro, holding
space for movement
of a very
different kind.
JDG
The amber bite and lingering
warmth of autumn’s
apple cider
days eases us
from summer’s swelter into the
coming cold – a
perfect tonic
for transition
amidst seasonal extremes where
we seek balance
with iced tea or
hot chocolate.
JDG
Eleven year old Sami and
Kali, age eight,
sat discussing
their writing skills.
Kali staked out the short story
while Sami claimed
the poem. When I
asked about my
skills, they exchanged a glance and said,
“Gaba, you are
really quite good
at paying bills.”
JDG
In the early morning hurry,
trying to get
the kids to school,
I came to a
sudden stop behind cars all in
a hurry too.
In that long pause
I looked around
and saw the autumn trees – russet,
fading green and
brown – and found, in
that moment, gold.
JDG
Motorcycle wisdom joins with
nutritional
improvement tips
to guide us down
our chosen roads. Their secrets lie
more in adding
than subtracting.
By not over-
focusing on obstacles, we
will expand our
view and steer toward
where we want to go.
JDG
Driving home at dusk today, I
suddenly saw
a mountain on
the road ahead.
How, I thought, could a mountain just
appear? I knew
it wasn’t there
before. But as
I blinked in puzzlement, I saw
afresh. I’d been
making mountains
out of dark clouds.
JDG
Once the rain has stopped, but before
the sky is clear,
there is a time
of wondering
just how the day will go. Is this
a lull before
another surge
or will the clouds
soon clear? It’s really hard to know
when everywhere
you look there’s grey,
but still no rain.
JDG
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