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I will hold to my heart the sight of a young manwith a garden hose on his late grandmother’s patio, aiming a clear stream of water at his late grandfather’sski boat, which, ages ago, he drove across the lake we … Continue reading →

The term for a series of regular curvesin a river’s channel is a meander, created when a river erodes the outer bankand deposits sediment on the inner bank, a natural building up and breaking down,defining the edges of ricefieldswheatfields tomatofieldsalfalfafieldsalmondorchardswalnutorchardspearorchardspeachorchards, … Continue reading →

While you are trying to work, by which, I mean type at a computerbecause the poem is coming, and your mews has the idea that she needsto be Right There, Right Now, which she never used to insist upon. For … Continue reading →

I found a stash of your rose quartz heartsin the top drawer of what had oncebeen my childhood dresser. You, like me, a collector of stones,perhaps using them in your healing work.Me carrying cool talismans in my pockets along with … Continue reading →

Now comes the restingas the spiritual and corporeal worldscome together beneath the big treeof stillness and silence. The boundary between worldshas fallen away, dark and lightholding hands, and, in this interlude,you easily slip into the then. You may pause here … Continue reading →

The once-upon-a-time, the long-ago-but-not-forgotten. The one who taught me how to kiss and sing harmony to his melody as he played the guitar. The one who really taught me how to kiss and quite a bit more, and whose young … Continue reading →

Oak trees arcing to the sky. Little girls learning to climb them.No sidewalks to roller skate on. Across the road a path leadingto the big lake called Folsom made from a river called American.Our swimming spot: Granite Bay. Fool’s gold … Continue reading →

Life is grace. Sleep is forgiveness. The night absolves. Darkness wipes the slate clean, not spotless to be sure, but clean enough for another day’s chalking.—Frederick Buechner, “The Alphabet of Grace“ ••• What if, overnight, someone leavessome big, fat sticks … Continue reading →

First, no one in the throes of devastationknows how to do this. Stand amid the ash,the blown-apart detritus of your life and cry.Sob hard. You must empty the contents of your soulonto the ground where you once lived and loved,where … Continue reading →

The ones who have vanishedor seem to have. Or I lovethose who are easy to love—often the four-footed, furry oneswho seem to adore us forno good reason. I often love best the words thatothers have put on the page morethan … Continue reading →