When I was just twenty-years-old, God lit the flame. I stood in the kitchen with my mom, probably doing something mundane like cleaning up after dinner, and divulged - I know who I want to marry. Perhaps she thought I was too young; but then again, she pledged her heart to a lifelong love (44…Read more A 25 Year Flame (25 years of marriage)
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True Love
I attended a fairy tale wedding a few days ago. Two people aflame with the glory of true love... a blaze I am confident will carry them through the next fifty years. Witnessing the ceremony, the world seemed full of possibility, aching for all that is good and true. These two, I am sure, should the Lord…Read more True Love
You Are What I Need
I am only a dust storm, a disembodied haze, rushing through this searing day. Here, amongst these muted hues, restless, wandering, nowhere to hide, un-done. A tumble-weed reeling, all of me leaning through this desert singing of striated skies with cactus blooms straining and orange mallow urging – they hurry me on. They know what I need…Read more You Are What I Need
Painting My Gratitude
Early in the morning, before the sun, I rise in a shadowed sleepy house. Shaking dreams from the edges of my mind, I cradle the Book. Eager, expectant, this my most treasured hour. I listen to steady slow breathing, rising from rooms all around. Overcome, my heart swells and overflows. It seeps and fills every…Read more Painting My Gratitude
Song of Us
Warm scent of thriving green veiled in creeping grays of dusk; inky washes fade in sweep of vastness - yet touching me, touching you. Vast the intertwining of two journeys into one wandering of this forest of shadowed trails. You and I rambling to ruins hidden on a mountain, crumbling in the clash of yesterday…Read more Song of Us
September Winds
Like yellow edges of purple sky, through the years we intertwine, defy, ever-widening, roiling sky as long as we can side-by-side. Until leaves like portents sigh... Amber swirling through the green, we cling to fading songs of being, face-to-face with sinking sun, still side-by-side. Here, in these wistful fields of September wind, it is you…Read more September Winds
See differently
your offering like an orange petal cast upon the breeze surprises me glimmers in my heart - a web caught, held, examined I am dark and multi –faceted turning inward upon myself ever striving you are simple and unfettered enticing and free through you I see differently
Covering: Reflections on 20 years of marriage
In the early days, I was a kite and he was the string. I, the idyllic dreamer, tempted him with crazy ideas like living in a 700 square foot hot tub wing/studio apartment of a house nestled in the mountains west of Denver. We looked at other places. Still, to this day, we laugh when…Read more Covering: Reflections on 20 years of marriage
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