Archive for February, 2014


February 16, 2014


This young raccoon was left behind

by her fine fat siblings

when they scrambled abruptly

over the edge of my upstairs deck.

Smaller in size

and tending to caution,

she huddled and gazed with nervous eyes

at the woman and her cat.

We gazed back transfixed:

Pearl and me.

The dear little creature began to pace.


This way…


and that way.

Had she found that action

can clear the mind of confusion,

sharpen the instincts,

even change one’s perceptions?


Can lost turn to found?


Boundaries fade away…

an escape route appear?


Bravo, little friend!

Fare thee well…



February 12, 2014

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Before I fell out of my chair watching Downton Abbey,

I photographed pink clouds rising from a falling sun.

I swirled my hips to Persian music

as my hands made intricate circles above my head.

Before I fell

my dance was telling me stories of my healing body.

Hope bloomed in my mind

the way pink clouds bloom from a falling sun.

I did have a fall as I rose from my chair two Sundays ago, and managed to stay in denial until Friday. Though I felt that things were not right, I managed to function normally until small signals turned into excruciating spasms of pain. No more denial. Back on the pain medication through the weekend to ward off spasms and relax my anxious mind. On Monday my doctor found no broken bones on the x-rays, and surmised from testing my arm and gauging my pain that I could have a tear. Yet, together we decided against an MRI: We both knew that I was not a good candidate for another surgery. We decided that rest, medication and a return to rehab after a week was the best way to go.

So today I find myself surrendered again…to one day at a time as free of expectations as I can be. Well…I may allow myself just one pink cloud of hope


February 9, 2014

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Before the snow fell on Fairyland

the Magnolia wept frozen tears.

I marveled at the beauty of suspended sorrow.

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After the ground was coated in crystalline light

Music and I cast shadows

on a transformed world.

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My father’s cottage stands in isolation

a beacon frozen in time

at the edge of Fairyland.

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Patches of slippery ice must be tiptoed around

for fear of falling victim

to temporal beauty.

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On the coldest morning the sun came out

and across the dog yard

lay the shadows of trees.

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Camellia leaves are a vision of frosty perfection

Though encased in ice,

they do not weep.