Monday, November 29, 2010


On my way out the door today I heard this awful screeching
then saw this fellow fly over to the basketball hoop across the street
Now, I am a bird lover..but this hawk!
He snatched a little sparrow...I could see it clutched in his talons as I got close
He looked at me with those beady eyes and screeched right in my face
Mind your own business!
Oh dear, the poor little bird was already dead
So I reached in my pocket and pulled out my camera
He spread his looks like death wings,
screeched again and banked into the gray sky above
and was gone in a second
The circle of life....sometimes I just hate it.

Sunday, November 28, 2010

a Sunday thought

the house is quiet now
and my being is filled with stillness
the sunset kind
the blue sky kind
the I just heard the owl kind
the thank you God for all I have kind
the let me be a good steward of my gifts kind
the humble kind
the loving kind
the watch the moon rise kind
the amen kind

Thursday, November 25, 2010

I give thanks

Just over a year ago I began blogging.
I give thanks today for many things
for having faith,for my family
for my beloved country
for health
for a good heart and generous spirit
for friends and neighbors
for a full cupboard
a car that runs and looks good too
a warm home and a beautiful garden that gives me great joy
for three beautiful and dearly loved grandchildren
but, dear friends reading this now
I want to take the time to say I give thanks for you
You have added to my life
in a mysterious way
in a joyful way
I give thanks for all of you
and for your putting yourself out there
for your sharing,giving,caring ways
I give thanks for you today

Monday, November 22, 2010

Microfiction #58

hosts a weekly meme
using the below photo
write something using only 140 characters

I remember the shame seeing
  the team's hat on its proud antlers
 in the school's hallway,
how I wept for the mockery
...not our team's loss.


Friday, November 19, 2010

while at the bank today

I was in the drive-thru at the bank when I looked up and saw a woman in a wheelchair in the next parking lot struggling in her chair. I wasn't sure if her helper dog....a lovely large golden retriever..I wondered if his leashed had gotten caught because she was leaning forward and trying to do something. I watched as she leaned so far over that I feared she might just come right out of her chair. And then she began to spin around in her chair and the dog did nothing. My first reaction was a long forgotten memory....but I rose above this memory and shut off my car...told the teller I had to help someone...then went over to this poor soul struggling with something. When she saw me coming she smiled and then I saw that she had dropped her hat and it was now stuck under the wheels of the chair. The golden was the biggest one I have ever seen and a strap was around his muzzle.....maybe she did that to protect me?...anyway...I said, I can help and I reached down and freed her hat, and she thanked me.  I asked her if she was okay...sure she said, thanks.
I returned to my car and to the memory.
About 25 years ago I saw another wheelchair bound person struggling...a man. He was trying to cross a major street in the middle of the block...and he was not doing very well in this non motorized chair. I had my little daughter Sarah with me and she was horrified that he might get hit. So I pulled over,got out and went into the street to help this man. Well he began swearing at me and shouting he didn't want or need any help from the likes of me. I was shocked. What could I do? I left him alone and returned to the car. But his attack towards me lasted quite a long time for me and my daughter.
So today when I saw this woman struggling, the memory of that incident came rushing right back to me.
Should I or shouldn't I try to help?  Of course I what if she lashes out at me like that man did?  As it turned out,she was grateful that I helped her.
....Bad memory gone.
Turns out ..she probably helped me more.

Thursday, November 18, 2010

magpie tale # 41

Using the below image as a writing prompt
for a poem or a vignette

Waiting up for her
holding onto, letting go
a stone in my shoe

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Wednesday poem

One Stop Poetry hosts a weekly
opportunity for poets to post one poem

another one found and dusted off


Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Now where did my book go?

I have three books going at the same time:
 Flannery O'Connor, A Good Man is Hard to Find and Other Stories,
In The Woods,by Tana French,
Poetry As Spiritual Practice,by Robert Mcdowell 
Well, this morning I was in the mood for the poetry book,however, I was unable to find it.
So as I was trying to get into Flannery I looked up and there it was.....
Lambchop was reading it.

.......Finn was here for a visit the other day
and I wasn't the one who cleaned up.
...that will teach me.


Monday, November 15, 2010

Jingle's potluck poetry

post a poem on
 moods,feelings or emotions
join in the fun at

I offer this simple poem

These are things that bound my life
I'm daughter,sister,mother,wife
A braided cord around my soul
made out of each,each one a whole
A different kind of love each part,
that knots this cord around my heart
This cord,this knot,has set me free,
You see this love returns to me


Sunday, November 14, 2010

Microfiction #57

hosts a weekly writing meme
Using the below image
write something using only 140 characters

The man in the serape:
tall,handsome,proud,and her father.
But the painting of him was hidden away
as was his side of her heritage.

-135 characters of fiction-



I chased him across the yard
my Indian corn in his mouth
the thief!
I yelled I screamed...That's Iowa Indian corn!
drop it or else
well...he did...but I saw his partner in crime
got away with one.....
and there they were up the tree
yeeking at me.......
And when I came inside to tell my WH
he just pointed at the bag of unsalted peanuts
on the counter
"And who did you buy those for?" he asked
I hate him
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Friday, November 12, 2010


The past few days the illusion of Spring tempted me-the sun so bright,
and the air had the scent of wet earth
and if I closed my eyes my heart almost leaped for joy
that Spring had come to rescue me from season-dread
The feeling I get when things go stark and dark
and colorless and I don't have any flower faces to speak to me glorious scent of this or that in the air
But had an epiphany
Master Autumn lit a match overnight
and his tailcoat of leaves were ablaze in the slanted afternoon light 
in  crimson, gold, and orange
...and joy filled me like a new day

It is the time of transition that I dread
And I thought about transitions in life and how hard they are
I think...I know...I am going through one right now
and maybe that is why this autumn transition has been so hard
I dread my own transition...I want Spring again
but autumn is here ... almost gone
But today I fell in love with Master Autumn again
transition complete for now


Morning walk

On my walk through the garden this morning
as I stepped along the path I could hear the rustling of leaves
When I stopped, it stopped
When I walked, something walked
Finally, I spotted the little mourning dove
walking through the leaves
I smiled, and it froze...knowing it had been discovered
I had to "chase" him quietly and slowly
to get a shot of him...oh ..I mean a photo of him
Next to the robin the mourning doves are my favorite
...ordinary, and despised by many
I prefer to see them as blessings
They mate for life...I like that in birds and people
They coo in the light of the setting sun...I'm right there with them

They  wobble away from most movement
either of the squirrels or other birds
They are not fighters...but rather they are funny little winged creatures
that delight me in the garden when I just sit and watch
Anything that causes me to be still is a blessing
..a mighty charge they have been given
Be yourself .... you never know who you bless


Wednesday, November 10, 2010

Magpie tale

hosts this weekly meme
bless her ghost loving heart

Lies strung like black pearls
Deceit a golden pendant
Love a broken clasp

Wednesday poem

This is an old old poem that went nowhere,but I brushed it off
and put it forth...for One shot Wednesday #19

I saw an old man today
and the child inside me leaped
he looked like a ghost of grandfather
I wanted to run up and hug him
hoped he would smell of soap
and his hands would be strong
and rough in mine
and it would be him
and I would cry

So I trembled
one foot in front of the other
But it wasn't him
and the man turned up his collar
disappeared into the darkness of the subway
and I lost my grandfather again

Tuesday, November 9, 2010


I will never cease to be humbled and awed by the sky
especially sunsets
for they are moments
I commune with the Great Spirit
without either of us saying a word


Monday, November 8, 2010

an evening thought

There are only two ways to live your life.
One is as though nothing is a miracle.
The other is as though everything is a miracle.
 ---Albert Einstein


Microfiction Monday

thank you for another week of
and best to you on your new job!

I lagged behind letting her be with her thoughts,
as mine were filled with joy watching her walk through Autumn leaves and childhood



Friday, November 5, 2010

I need to see stars

Tomorrow it's off to Galena
a place I love
Where time slows down
to restful
Where the people are real
and the food is good
Where there is darkness
and millions of stars
and on a fall night the smell of wood burning
dances through the air
and the sound of something walking through and over
crunching leaves in the woods makes you pause to listen

There will be work to do....closing things up and putting them away
Putting out the heat light in case the furnace goes out while we're gone
and of course putting up the snow markers on the driveway
But this is the time of the year for Corn Chowder
not a bad reward for a hard days work


I wish I could gather forgiveness
like stones on a walk, place it
in jars or a smooth dish next to
fallen feathers and empty seashells
But it is a gift I must discover in myself,
wrapped up in tears, placed beside
regret covered in grief,
lit with love and set free


Thursday, November 4, 2010

Magpie tale #39

Willow's weekly writing challenge

His temperament is hardwired
driven by duty- he is called to answer
Not free
but bought and sold
And when he is no longer useful
his master
cold bloodily murders him
silencing his only grace
his devotion to the rising sun

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Monday, November 1, 2010

November 2

Do your part America

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end of journey

My daughter was shocked
that I took this photo of this dead bird
That's not just a dead bird I told her
It's a warbler
actually two of them had hit the glass and died
So many of our migrating birds die this way
and there isn't much we can do about it
marking the glass helps a bit
but die they will no matter what
and this caused me to pause
and mourn this tiny warrior
his journey cut short
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