Dawn Breezes

Coffee with cream,

steaming into dawn as

a sweet breeze sifts my hair.

Eyes closed in stillness

I hear the ocean in these rustling, rustling leaves

as if the trees speak in the language of waves.

And I wonder if, instead

it’s the ocean calling with the voices of trees.

As the rising steam moves softly sideways and away

I imagine these trees speaking of the shore


the ocean dreams of the forest.

And coffee with cream

shifts the waves

of morning leaves.



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The Slow Road

The Buddhist Temple is just about a mile down the road from my house. About a year ago, I was tickled to be invited to join a Saturday morning meditation group. I was nervous at first that I’d do it wrong, somehow and find myself voted out of the Temple. But, apart from the aches of sitting cross-legged on my aging body, I quite enjoy the peace, appreciate the hour or so, unplugged and unavailable. I’ve been an on and off regular, ever since my first foray into Buddhism–sometimes, life and outside obligations interfere with inner peace.

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Carrying On

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The weight of grief, of bitterness, of anger, and of trauma are heavy. Too heavy to carry for long. And yet, we hold tight to them.  Releasing the burden and  walking away is unthinkable. We’ve grown accustomed to the weight of our pain.

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Beware, Icy Conditions

There’s a trick to walking on ice. You want to keep your feet under you, you have to take your time. You must take short steps and avoid hitting with your heel first. The best way to make progress is with a sort of sliding shuffle. The ice can be tricky, but the ground is your friend. Keep it close. Continue reading “Beware, Icy Conditions”