May 28, 2016. Small drama in the front yard has given me pause. We talked last year of building a trellis for the passiflora (passion flower vine) that hogs the sidewalk leading to our front door. Given a few days it can literally reach across the walk and latch onto the coneflowers. After today’s encounter, that trellis rises considerably on the to-do list!
May 15, 2016. This poem began in late February – the trees have since leafed out, blocking any view of rooftop referenced. Today is muggy, cloudy. I find myself wishing for the crisp clarity of the February morning. So I dug out the poem and let it brighten my day. The image blends the one visible roofer and one of my djembe drums into a collage of wishful thinking. Enjoy. Tap your pencil, snap your fingers, join in the rhythm.
May 8, 2016. Yesterday, while listening to wisdom about ways to encourage transcendent experiences, I found myself writing this poem in the margin of my notes. One of the suggestions was ritual. My thoughts went immediately to the daily morning routine with our Labrador. Where better to “wake up” than outdoors just before dawn? Ritual happens.