The November breeze wafts throughmy window, a long lick across my faceof moisture more productive than anyexpensive cream advertised in slickfashion magazines. What I’ve learnedis, all the promises of wrinkle-freeskin come down to our empty handsand a stream of money in their pockets. Instead, I embrace my hard-earned lines and the sweet caress of nature. Continue reading Morning Meditation: November 22, 2024
A sprinkler drops water on my thirsty ferns. Heat rolls over them like a big wave over newbie surfers. I huddle inside in the chill wind of the A/C, remembering a sultry summer sun pinking my hands full of blackberries in a time that is no more. Photo by Meg Learner on Pixabay Continue reading Morning Meditation: Heat
Outside my bedroom window it’s not quite dawn. Palm tree fronds are black against the lighter black of the birthing day. A lone car occasionally whooshes on the street reminding me of the whoosh of skates on ice. It’s a soothing yet active sound. An early morning sound before the constant growl of engines begins. I imagine these few people going to open their donut shop or to their shift at the hospital. A bird is singing. Why do we always think the bird is happy in its song? Maybe the bird is gathering its strength for a day of … Continue reading Morning Meditation: Skating
A small something whooshed bymy left ear this morningas my dog & I were walking,the neighborhood quiet as anysunny late summer day can bein a city – but, yes, actuallyit was quiet as though all the neighborsexited in a group … Continue reading Morning Meditation: A small something
a balmy late morningsunlight falling across my lapamid the sounds of city trafficthe unfamiliar call of a birdperhaps on a rest stopto even more southern climesor one of the neighborhood blue jays practicing impressionsand waiting for peanuts Continue reading Morning Meditation: A call unfamiliar
Crow and hawk wing by Harbinger and predator Squirrel barks a warning Continue reading Morning Meditation: Wildlife in the City
Wake up each morning with a grateful heart because what else can we do? Our path is short, stones poke and roll under our feet, we stumble. But nine times out of ten, we catch ourselves, look up, bathe our … Continue reading Morning Meditation: Stumbling
Another hot, humid day in SE Louisiana. It’s cloudy and dreary and I’m hoping rain will come and cool us off. I’ve been thinking about road trips, cool air blowing in the car window, ribbons of quiet country roads, Mom … Continue reading Morning Meditation 10.11.19: Wanderlust
The southerly breeze in my face smells like the Gulf & Magnolia blossoms, tiny golden faces peer up at me amidst riotous green – weeds to some, beauty to me. Continue reading Morning Meditation: Morning Walk
Invisible damp fingers leave prints on my skin, out of sight, muffled roars – uncertainty circles in a waltz. Continue reading Morning Meditation: Fog
