Fork in the river,Blocked paths all around.What you are looking for,May never be found. And, maybe that’s it.The meaning we seek.Perhaps it’s enoughJust to play near the creek. How do we knowWe are meant to go far?Maybe it’s perfect,Wherever you are.
I put my son down to sleep.He says “Mommy, I am so scared.”When he was younger, of course,He feared lions and tigers and bears.The worst thing he could imagine,Was a monster under the bed.I still tell him, “Baby, don’t worry.”But that leaves so much unsaid.In fact, there’s so much to be afraid of,I don’t even... Continue Reading →
I realized something bizarre and profound this morning. As I hugged my son during a leisurely, impromptu break in my now-at-home yoga practice, following his bleary-eyed wandering into my bedroom for a snuggle and some reading before his day of remote learning began, it struck me. COVID saved my family. Now, I recognize COVID for... Continue Reading →
I left you on the day of loveAll those years ago.How we found our way back here,I will never know.Never one for romance,I can’t stand long glances, held hands.More for parties and dancing,Thrill of the front row, seeing bands.You always liked that about me.You’re the first it didn’t scare away.And if we didn’t have our... Continue Reading →
Soliloquy on Imperfectionism 