All that was and all that is form

the tapestries

of our lives. We

take the threads we

have been given and the ones we

choose and weave them

into patterns

we can only

sometimes see. I want to weave with

the bright threads of

compassion and

lighthearted joy.

                                                     JDG

In the collage I made today,

two gorillas

share a knowing

glance as a raft

carries a startled, helpless man

quickly downstream.

Water wildly

churns all around

and they look at each other as

though to say, ” And

they call themselves

the evolved ones?”

                                                                                                                                    JDG

 (With thanks to my friend Betsy Jewell for her comments in the Soul Tending Workshop)

Treading air outside my window,

you paused as though

to say hello.

Though small, you’ve chased

off eagles and searched for sweetness

with equal zest.

Up here on the

second story,

no flowers bloom; no eagles fly

so I just have

to ask what brought

you here today?

                                                    JDG

For a brief while cicadas sing

a creation

courting song. They

don’t count the years

they spent unseen, their songs unsung.

Rather, they sing

wholeheartedly,

eager to bring

into being their appointed

song and find their

place in nature’s

grand symphony.

                                                        JDG

From the ground and from the air, snake

and raven speak

in the ancient

animal way,

alerting us that magic is afoot and change

is on the way.

Will we greet these

messengers and

note what they have to say? Will we

open ourselves

to  a realm where

animals speak?

                                       JDG

Outside my window squirrels launch

themselves from branch

to branch, moving

easily on

the green highway of tall-standing

trees. Switching from

lane to lane, they

seldom take the

same route twice, making me question

the comfort I

feel traveling

my well-worn paths.

                                                               JDG

Amidst dark thoughts and churning fear

a sudden, slow

dissolving came

unannounced and

unexpected, evoking peace

and puzzlement.

Without effort

or intent I

was given respite from myself

and found refuge

in boundlessness,

a saving grace.

                                                JDG

The setting sun turns the road home

to gold and that’s

the way I hope

going home will

be – a time when memories will

travel evening’s

road, when even

what is lead will

turn to gold, when all that was and

is will be held

 and finally seen

in loving light.

                                               JDG

No dark clouds in sight and a cool

ocean breeze make

this final day

a perfect one.

The younger kids are off at the

aquarium;

the older one

has other fish

(in the form of guys) to fry while

I laze at shore’s

edge, grateful for

this perfect day.

                                            JDG

Today I had lunch with three teens

and their smart phones.

Instead of talk

they exchanged phones,

eagerly showing each other

their favorite

new app. One played

a word game with

an uncle who stayed behind.

Desperate for

connection, I

emailed a friend.

                                                       JDG