In the dark of night came the words
of my Irish
grandmother when
I was eight and
afraid of the dark. “You’ll be fine,”
she said, “because
each of us has
a guardian
angel who looks over us and
yours is very
special – your own
mother.” Later
I would close my eyes real tight, then
quickly open
them in hopes of
catching a glimpse
of her again. I never did,
but I rested
easier in
the dark because
I knew she was there.
JDG
From the dark matter of earth, green
grows, greeted by
rain and dancing
light. May the dark
matter of our hearts join the light
and bring forth green,
creating a
grounded space for
others to find rest and sustenance
so they too can
bring forth green and
become heart’s ground.
JDG
Faking it til you make it is
sometimes a way
to learn to play
by staying in
the game. We can learn alot when
we switch from can’t
to can, but not
every game can
be played that way. Faux can quickly
turn to foe when
used to bypass
reality.
JDG
The world is full of very strange
things like the Kea,
a New Zealand
bird, who likes to
eat the rubber strips around car
windows and we
humans who can
sometimes claim to
have accomplished all that we have
without any
help from others
along the way.
JDG
Today, after endless days of
donning Summer’s
cloying clothes that
stick to us til
we grow hot and steamy too,
Summer got a
makeover and none
too soon. Now, for
a little while, in this new found
summery wear
moods lighten and
we move with ease.
JDG
With flailing limbs in darkened sky
the storm announced
itself. “Look out
and up and be
very afraid. I have arrived.”
And yet, as is
so often true,
the storm turned out
to be all gusts and guff and not
much more – just a
windy message
in a changing sky.
JDG
As the fourteen year old picks out
a fretful tune
on her guitar,
her sisters, in
another room, yell in fitful
bursts. The cats screech,
the dogs, turning
their noses to
the moon, howl, and I cover up
my ears and turn,
beating it to
the nearest door.
JDG
On most Tuesday afternoons for
nearly a year,
I arrived too
tired to say more
than hello. Retreating behind
my office door,
I finished up
before my long
drive home. And you? You brought me tea,
allowed me space
and silence to
renew. Thank you.
JDG
Even after all these years, I
can see the light
shining on the
red dishpan the
morning I returned. Why I fled,
sleeping in a
field beside the
road, has long been
forgotten. What remains is the
sun’s slanting rays
on that dishpan,
warming the room.
JDG
Shades of salmon wash across the
sky in foaming
clouds, then gently
fade. The evening’s
mottled gray tamps down the early
exuberance
of day as it
prepares the sky
for night’s visit with the stars and
an inconstant
moon, easing all
transitioning.
JDG
