Anxious participants gather at the starting line. The marathon begins with fervor. Fingers posed, minds a flutter, ideas spinning, twisting, swirling, words clashing and smashing and coalescing, mental muscles flexing, stretching, drawing on every ounce of creative energy.   The minutes tick by 60, 59,…

Michelle Murray’s very full heart fights for a better world cleaner, wiser, kinder, Earth-mates. Speaking to a church basement crowd describing the Cosmos glory explaining interdependence. Challenges us to learn and share and most of all care dare to protect; dare to join her fight….

Today, As I wade through the boxes packed with memories, I watch as my life gets packed into a 26 foot truck—- I wonder where the other memories will go that I didn’t carefully wrap to take. Will they also make their way with me…

Maya Angelou: Inspiration in Dark Times   Her words spoke inclusivity, rebuked racism  amidst savage intolerance  a black woman in a white man’s world   knew why the “caged bird sings” stood with confidence, challenged authority inspired protest against injustice the color of her skin would…

Hour 1   “Don’t run around the around while  I’m oiling your straggly hair!” “Which of these goodies do you want to eat?” “Which story would you like to hear today?”   Time drew deep lines into her face and life And her wrinkles grew…

 She said, stick to your voice Don’t let anyone tell you neither They will come as they go As life as always let me behind   She said, fear the friends Of the ostrich and the vultures They have wings And they will fly And…

Hour 1: The Music is Enough   Riding the Coltrane highway through an almost midnight snow, driving with you into an inked-out sky laced with snow, its blanketing white beauty potentially fatal when the head is turned.   The dim dashboard lights barely skim your…

Bonsai   Old friends met. An outing. Lunch and bonsai.   Prepared azaleas for a new way of life. Scissors slashed, raked off soil, exposed roots to fit new, smaller pots. Need to get rooted in new soil. Trimmed back leaves, branches to the shape,…

Today, My Mother is bent with age.   Calloused hands that once held mine- through Education, Illness and Time!   Memories swim through her Eyes! Talking, sharing and laughing, we have swam miles- Together!   Yet today, we Wade! through memories Fearing Forgetfulness of anything…

For Susan B. Anthony   Petticoats fluttered, I suppose on those endless rides across the prairie. Your heart may have fluttered, too, as you braced to speak out. So much of that ride was uphill through cold landscapes. Still, the landscape softened; hills flattened; fences…