The Colors of Peace

What colors will I choose to color this grey morning?
A swath of blue calms my spirit.
A streak of lemon-yellow stirs joy with desire.
A dot of red brings heat to heart.
When mixed, I feel the energy of earth
and rest in harmony
with all the colors before and within me.

I find repose in this spectrum of light and hue.
The tranquil rose that reads like a poem.
The dark and white contrast of eagle
that soars above my home and head.
The brown tannin of the river
that flows at the edge of our land.

I settle into color secure in my place on earth.
For now—in this moment—this grey morning
transforms into the colors of peace.



Home Again

On the Road

Mile upon mile we travel home carried by images of known spaces, bed, and comfort. When we enter it all appears new as if seen for the first time, yet all so familiar and loved. The memories of laughter, children, and celebrations awaken from slumber having awaited our return. Home—brought back to life through the oxygen of presence. 

An Orchestral Dance

While the vibrant sound of violins flows into my ears,
I hear the outside voices of children in squeals and laughter
as ocean waves crash upon the shore.
An image of porpoise at play witnessed earlier in the day
enters my imagination and melds into this orchestral dance.

All the sounds and images in this moment create an ensemble
that rises in my heart as a spiritual crescendo of:
anticipation,
proclamation,
and annunciation.

Spirit rejoices in the ordinary moment of a day
to burst forth in joy, beauty, play, and re-creation.
It must express itself with desire to be heard and seen.
To be alive.

(Play with Paint, my own)

Embracing Possibility

Open your heart to this day,
for all you desire waits in your hands.
Open the fist of anger
and release love.
Open the heart of pain
and release peace.
Open the mind of fear
to the realm of possibility—
creation.
It is alive in this moment:
our choice,
our dream,
ours to create,
as we step into this day.

One With Change

Feet stroll through sands as  
crystal grains sift between toes,
and I connect to eons
of earth transitions—
weathered mountains
washed to the sea.
Time passes
and evolution forms us.
We shift in body
toward crystalline light.
One with change,
we are altered
through time,
and amble through life
washed in beauty.