Originally posted on April Yamasaki:
During my husband’s journey with cancer, we decided that taking life “one day at a time” was too much for us. Instead, we learned to plan just half a day at a time. On treatment days, it was a half day for chemo, and then if he was feeling up…
We think that it is all on our own. Each step we take,another path to choose.Each left or right, a second guess,a trepidatious move. Such that we feel the groundfor solidity,test the air waves for scent of danger,move as though under water. Slow, that our weight is pressedagainst the flow.Feeling as though we have to … More A Poem: Steps
A SPECIAL SHARING On this Mother’s Day, where my gift is quiet sacred noticing in this exquisite, sun soaked Autumn, I wanted to share with you the gift of my friend Joy Lenton’s new poetry collection ‘Sacred Noticing’. Here is one of her gentle, nourishing poems: Unveiling We live on the liminal edgebetween this worldand … More Book Review: Joy Lenton, ‘Sacred Noticing’
My friend asked me where I find God.There is so much everywhere.I must exhale deep and breathe in that Godmight travel down. Past the sternum, further in,the breath that’s not my own.Until the spreading peace is like thesky in the morning sun. Yes, God, that is like oxygen,shows how this presence fills.It’s in the way … More A Poem: A Wick
It is small. My box. Well thumbed.It is a door I enter, shut behind.Sometimes I must stay there until I can breathe.Put down the things I handle overmuch.Come up for air. It is small but roomy for theWay it stretches back, and forward.History in the things collected, polished,Placed on the shelf.A box, a door, a … More A Poem: A Room
The Kingdom of God is like a birdwhose nest is blown down in a storm,but sings still –the resource at its disposal,all the world God owns. The Kingdom of God is like a hand,opening and closing at God’s pleasure,and will –trading the jewels of wealth and privilegefor the pearl of greater worth. The Kingdom of … More A Poem: The Kingdom
Ah, beauty is beckoning to us. And for all her glorious tresses,her unguarded open face,her generous voluptuous gift,beauty is shy and retiring,un-eager to draw a crowd,more often sneaking up unawareswith something singularly unique. So that when we partake of her gift,beauty is surprisingly intimate,personally presentin a way that speaks of herbeing prepared,seeking our acquiescence,bidding our … More A Poem: Beauty II
Have you ever heard a word or two and thought, ‘I knew that too?’ Somewhere within…. Did you ever want to articulate each word of knowledge spoken, the wisest nuggets ever shared, the things to which you’ve resonated with ‘me too’, like a little ‘ah’ of certainty, of kindred-ship. Have you thought if you did … More A Poem: Still-Point
We have been given a body in which to experience space, proximity, life in all its intimacy, and solitude. The mind, the heart, the spirit, each are earthed, grounded by the being that feels first by flesh – via skin, that sensitive covering, though which all sensations move, and affection is given, received. The self … More A Poem: Feeling
I bemoaned the lack of things. A certain symmetry, or correct aligning. A certain youthful vignette from memory. A certain flush, a just bloomed, rounded, skin of apple – a store-bought peach, blemish-free. I bemoaned the silver thread. White-water crest of waves through a river long and dark, its only shine now caught under starlight. … More A Poem: God’s Garden
Living Tree Poetry 