Ancient words now sung
Prayers chanted, incense rising
Candlelit stone walls
So many memories within cathedral walls. Chanted prayer always makes my heart soar. Gently, though, like a bird on the wing. Not garish as a jet.
Tag: postaday
Thursday morning in Seattle
A cold, dark morning
Covers provide resistance
Though I must rise now
The Cacophony of Vim
This riotous life
A Cacophony of vim
Joyousness of youth
Awoke to rains rage
Where I’d resist the outdoors
I’m safe on my couch
I’m a product of Seattle. So much time in the rain, it defines me. I remember a moment, so many years ago, sitting in my apartment, looking out over Seattle with coffee and a good book. With nowhere I needed to go, nor be, I sat in the window bay watching the rain splatter upon the glass, gravity writing it’s magic.
I love the haiku
I love the haiku
Gentleness in the small size
Grace in simpleness
Perhaps you’d figured this out about me by now.
A Wednesday Meditation
Now the week’s middle
So very much left to do
This steady constant
The Great Blue Heron
This gangly bird
Inelegant legs, bearing
Ghost upon the marsh
Yosemite
Majestic mountains
Magnificent light falling
Tranquility’s song
In The Face Of The Horrible
Face the horrible
The waves of sadness and pain
Find strength together
Seattle’s Rain Arrived
Raindrops tap windows
Gusts rattling the dried leaves
Autumnal cold rain
The predicted reasons have come. Trees bend in the breeze, leaves drift across my drive. Summer’s memory flutters within the dried, damp leaves.