Sunday, October 30, 2016


ever since i learned to talk, i've been pointing and saying, "look!"  i remember doing this with everything from ducks and dandelions to paint colors and animals when i was little.  even then, a thing of beauty was a joy to be shared.

and, "look!" is still one of my favorite declarations today.  in Greek, the word "Skopein" means "to look attentively".

here is a quote from kathleen dean moore, author of "pine island paradox", who writes, "i believe the most loving thing that you can say to a person is 'look'.  and the most loving stance is standing side by side looking out together on the world.  when people learn to look, they begin to see, really see.  when they begin to see, they begin to care.  and caring is the portal into the moral world."

poet gerard manley hopkins put it this way, "what is the world?  it is a poem of beauty.  i do not think i have ever seen anything more beautiful than the bluebell i have been looking at.  i know the beauty of our Lord by it."

scanning the acres today, our garden is harvested and dormant for winter.  the leaves are falling in gentle breezes.  mulch and moist mud settle in to work their magic come spring.  and i said to myself, breath catching in my throat at the sight of geese and hawks taking flight, "look!"

Wednesday, October 26, 2016

Monday, October 24, 2016

some days

Monday, October 17, 2016


"in all things of nature, there is something of the marvelous."

Saturday, October 8, 2016

attending irving street

attending irving street
for the homeless man who lived there until last weekend

i would tell your story if i knew it and so imagination will have to
fill in the gaps...the gaps between you having a mother and being
wrapped in a blanket similar to the only one you ended up owning
the gaps between your favorite color blue and pistachio icecream
and the girl you teased in fourth grade and your first job at a newsstand

i don't know any of this, of course, but i did notice the attendants who lifted
you into the waiting ambulance without flashing lights, which is how i
knew the soul had gone out of your eyes, too.  and so i colored inside and
outside the lines from your perspective there.  license plates and clicking
heels, leather boots, tires, and the sound of rain on pavement.  and the smells!

did you imagine your last meal from the nearby restaurant kitchen?  truffled
potatoes with eggs over easy, pastries melting onto your tongue like snowflakes
and dark rich coffee in a real mug to cradle in your cracked hands like a dream?
you are freed from people's false pity and the onlookers, "isn't it terrible?" they will
say.  but not half as terrible as not being noticed in the gaps, the gaps between.

you had the best view of the sky from there, brick buildings flanking the city scape
no power lines to crowd your sights of birds flying south or airplanes. such clouds...
perhaps last weekend you saw more than any of us because our heads were down
oh-so-busy with the day.  i hope a swathe of sky opened just for you so an
angel could pull down some mercy and whisper, "you belong."

ls 10.9.16

Tuesday, October 4, 2016

tell me a story...

how many times did i ask my parents, as they tucked me in at night, "tell me a story?"  and, whether it was read aloud or told from memory (and sometimes both!) i still remember them.

rudyard kipling said, "if history were taught in the form of stories, it would never be forgotten."

the story of alexander hamilton has just been made into a broadway musical.  the final song line is, "who will tell your story?"

most great leaders teach in the form of poignant questions and relevant stories, both of which are memorable and relatable.  crafting something into a narrative that has a beginning, middle, and end also takes thought and care.

in what new ways might you tell your own story or maybe someone else's who isn't able to?

Sunday, October 2, 2016

poetry as prayer

my newest treasure?  "poetry as prayer" about the life and works of gerard manley hopkins by maria lichtmann.

i enjoy it not only for the word-based beauty, but am inspired to create a series of paintings around one of his poems, it's just a question of which one!