Imagining the Child

I wonder what the child will look like,Mary says to Elizabeth.From the warm kitchen,soup steam risesalong with the aroma of freshly cut flowers.A little like you, and like his Father, too,Elizabeth says.Like his Father? Have you lifted the veil?Just imagining, my dear.But not like Joseph,No, not like Joseph.Together, they laugh,cheeks blushing.___Merry Christmas to you!

If Love Is A Place

When someone allows you to see yourself and your world in a way that you could not see alone, it cannot be forgotten. It’s all about finding that light, and because of it, you discover both the strength and weakness within you. The light touches and warms your words.  It sings you to sleep.  It…… Continue reading If Love Is A Place

Dear Solitude

How I avoid you, how much I need you.  I know you are finally cleansing me of the burdens I place upon myself.  You free me of demands to keep busy, keep talking, keep reaching, keep doing.How bored I can become without the clang of conversation and the reassurance of others.  “Entertain me,” “Comfort me,”…… Continue reading Dear Solitude

My Favorite Fortune Cookie

I woke up this morning sniffly, slightly stressed, and feeling a bit lonely.  As I checked my email, my mood lifted and I felt a wave of happiness come over me when I saw I had seven unread messages.  No spam or business promotions, I had only messages from friends and responses to my blog…… Continue reading My Favorite Fortune Cookie