In another springtime the bees stumbled through the lilacs as the cottonwoods shaded the sun In that other springtime lawn mowers played the soundtrack to every Saturday morning as the parks filled with chatter In some other springtime laughter was an easy sound overlooked and automatic a punctuation to joy or silliness In another springtime … Continue reading Another Springtime #MondayBlogs
Frozen The mockingbird is motionless silent without her song watching the morning unfold peering through branches and blooms the sun does not rise the breeze finally dies and the desert holds still for the day and so we pause we breathe we join the motionless a frozen moment as time is suspended before the chaos … Continue reading Frozen
Frozen
The view is waiting for the eyes that watch it as sunrise climbs over aching beauty the wind sends waves across the sky as an empty chair greets the morning and the view remains unseen - Caroline A. Slee
An Empty Chair
The water restores us to former power a cool flow to match our breath a heartbeat to drive energy through us pulling home back into us from the tip of a finger - Caroline A. Slee
Gathering
The sun stays up far too late for early risers who like the quiet the return of spring sends the owl away from the mountain as the geese journey home seeking cooler air while the doves chatter to each other on the treetops just beginning new leaves our nights become a strange journey with omens … Continue reading The Return of Spring
The Return of Spring
Comfort We treat grief like an injury as if six weeks could heal us instead we need that long convalescence the comfort of soft things the warmth of home the routines that bring us calm grief does not know an end because love does not die so we wrap ourselves in comfort creating our own … Continue reading Comfort
Comfort
Cozy Creature comforts soothe us all sunshine, tea, and softness a lavender mood to cool our fever and rest to quiet our minds a cozy space to call our own we create our own healing we spark our own joy exhaling at last - Caroline A. Slee
Cozy
Maritime A ghost ship sails a voyage through fog and time a glimpse before vanishing into its own mystery while the land carries her ghosts from the smear of remembered violence echoes of battles and the lost the maritime call of death's dark frost rolling over the surface of the waves haunting those who remember … Continue reading Maritime
Maritime
Blood and Mud The lines are not clean no clear space between the black and the white but a muddy chaos rising in the blood talking heads would tell you there is one sole path one sole faith to guide every step denying the many names of gods turning their backs on empathy and love … Continue reading Blood and Mud
Blood and Mud
Blind Mountain The proverbial mustard seed did not transform the hatred of hearts into anointed souls though it could have given half the chance The mountain still stands unmoved, impossible for what they profess as love has been a curse a civil war between neighbors rather than the sole commandment They speak hatred and preach … Continue reading Blind Mountain