Hey Soul Sister

So many times I think you're here
So often I feel you might be near
Charmed that I'm your sister
Chase me not your mister





Voices send surrender
Colors bring us center
Toasting our intentions
Testing our preventions





Push my limitations
Punch my expectations
Trust your intuition
Trump your aspirations



Keep me on my stride
Comfort my silly pride
Set my step to thunder
See my dreams down under

Feast Your Eyes on Our Feast

We show up to our friends house to feast.


We know we are in for a blazing treat.


We spy our chef commanding the kitchen stage by stomping his feet.


We run to the table and scramble to our seats.


We sing "Grace"! in unison to give thanks for this amazing retreat.


We are delighted by the simplest dishes, our taste buds accede.


We devour everything, pouring and splashing, leaving nothing neat.


We stay amused by the company we keep.


We talk of fun times and try to recall screaming, "how did we meet"?


We scavenge and scoop and dip and dig as our spoons meet.


We cheer and clank and chatter on about what is still to achieve.


We cherish the sounds that abound as roosters and mules greet.


We never resolve to stay polite, and instead find each our own soap box speech.


We wander away upstairs in search of some quiet relief.


We spy the powder room mirror to see what might remain in our teeth.


We realize the bed is calling us over to carry us to sleep.


We cheek kiss and bear hug, and grab our keys.


We head out the gate, so thankful we found all that we came to seek.



Metal Art Work: Mark Silka

Comfort: bowl warm and waiting

Comfort food is what is due these days. One simple bowl, warm and waiting. Subtle sweet is what keeps me seated at the table. Golden amber sweet pototoes, cubed, and tossed in a big bowl with oil oil, and then sprinkled generously with sea salt. Brown them in the oven, what for an hour?..or so. Some thing short of broil. Make your morning productive, with one eye peering through the small square window. When the scent is wafting through the living room air, getting you out of your chair, one too many times to check...then it's time. Claim your bowl, pile in a portion and sprinkle with sesame seeds to complete this charitable bowl of goodness. Be good to you, best you can. Enjoy the business of being well, and do well my you.