Years ago they came,
my poor Irish grandparents,
to these shores where I
now stand. I can’t help but wonder
where or even if I’d be
had their courage or
their dreams been denied.
JDG
Years ago they came,
my poor Irish grandparents,
to these shores where I
now stand. I can’t help but wonder
where or even if I’d be
had their courage or
their dreams been denied.
JDG
No wand was waved when
the sun turned my mood from blue
to shimmering gold –
a much needed alchemy
after days of grey and lead.
JDG
Tweeting the royal
“we”, that little piggy cried
“me, me, me” all the way home.
JDG
I didn’t know
I was starting a family tradition
when I bought
that first mother’s day card,
signed my son’s name
and mailed it to myself.
When I proudly showed it to him,
he said, “Mom, could you also
send yourself some flowers and candy?
A simple card doesn’t capture
how blooming sweet you are.”
JDG
The ravens out here
don’t croak “nevermore”.
They croak and croak
and croak forevermore.
JDG
What if in the end
the answer is
one continuous question?
JDG
I never saw it coming –
that sudden sweep
of side-shaking laughter.
Meditation, I thought,
was a measured process
of breathing in
and breathing out,
of watching thoughts come
and letting them go,
but as I sat,
eyes closed,
spine straight,
listening to Jason’s gentle guidance,
I didn’t let go.
I let loose.
JDG
What will it take for
us to make a U turn? We’ve
been down this road before.
JDG
It’s not that I have anything against
self reflection –
it’s just that
sometimes
it seems we
can easily
get lost in mirrors of our own making.
JDG