This morning, at waterside, a sparrow flew/ to a water rock and landed, by error, on the back/ of an eider duck; lightly it fluttered off, amused.// The duck, too, was not provoked, but, you might say, was/ laughing./ This afternoon a gull sailing ov...

I'll be halfway to heaven with Paradise waitin'/ Just five miles away from wherever I am. From John Prine's "Paradise" What if paradise is not 5 miles away from wherever we are? What if paradise is inside us? (I know in the midst of all that is to...

You are enough. The Mother’s Day message at church was “You are enough.” (Thank you Rev. Candace Rowell.) I let that dance in my mind. I let that wash over me. I let it settle into my bones. I often move between feeling less than or too much...

Dear NEEAAReSt and Dearest, Mother's Day is always difficult for me.  It often seems like a cocktail of grief and sadness with a twist of regret. A few years ago, on Mother's Day, I started writing a weekly "letter" (blog post) t...