The clouds above moved gently from the breath of summers breeze. Cloud shadows cast overtop the landscape shifting the perspective with each gust and carrying faint scents of hardy foliage. The sun was rising overhead blanketing the earth in its warmth, ascending in the sky, as we were ascending the mountain one purposeful step at a time. Nothing but the sounds of the winds whispers and my camera’s shutter. The best sounds. Flowers reached out to the blue sky- begging for rain- but bowing in gratitude to the light. “Survival can be a struggle” I note. One that ebbs and…
Category: Poetry|Short Stories
There were many years I didn’t speak to my father on Fathers Day. Many years I didn’t even know him or whether he was alive or dead. Most would have filed him under the deadbeat dad category never realizing the impact the judgements and assumptions had on the daughter. The daughter of a deadbeat. About 8 years ago on the eve of a humid Fathers Day we sat in a workers cabin surrounded by tulip poplars on the curve of a Delaware back road. Me, my dad, and Alex. We sat there for hours until I hit a wall emotionally….
A Letter To My Mom
A Letter to my Mom: We may not be together today Just land and miles keep us away Boy, I miss you extra during the month of May The love I feel for you is more than I can say And I know raising me alone made your hairs turn grey So many rules and guidances I simply refused to obey But you still loved me unconditionally and made me corn soufflé You led by example you showed me the way You gifted me so much its a challenge to convey The love and gratitude I feel toward you grows immeasurably everyday…
The Kind of People You Meet While Walking Down the Street
The kind of people you meet while walking down the street is a series I’ll be hosting weekly on ordinary encounters with extraordinary people. These folks may be often or rather easily overlooked in todays bustling society, or perhaps always overlooked. They each graced me with their unique yet immeasurable magic and good-natured stories. Maureen We met Maureen while helping an elderly client with her garden. Maureen happened to be her neighbor and shared a deep love of plants and trees. Our client actually suggested we walk over to Maureen’s yard and visit her home which she described as ‘museum-like‘. We…
The Power of a Flower
This little poem was inspired by sunflower seeds we planted for a client who not only wanted sunflowers planted along their garden but were in need of one of life’s little miracles or blessings. This species of plant is not native to our environment and at almost 9,000 ft the likelihood of its growth was uncertain.