a day

re-examining a day for rest...

So many childhood pathways

lay unexamined, unmaintained.

Now the tracks of an adult

wandering on the same

journey fall uneasily 

into well-worn patterns.

What if you want to walk them this time

with a grandmother's pace?

Light 2 candles

when you see 3 stars

or when you reach the amphitheater

or when you reach home 

   on Sunday afternoon.

Walking by a different light-

a candle's light, a star's light,

the light of 2 more generations.

  

Reframing work

by rest 

by freedom

by calling. 

 

Redeeming a day.

Letting seeds of redemption scatter into our lives

week by week by week.

The kingdom of God is like seed thrown on a field...

sometimes gratitude feels crunchy

sometimes gratitude feels crunchy

leaves underfoot

instead of overhead

golden light a sign

that it is time to dine

sometimes gratitude 

sounds like a grandchild's prayer

hearts laid bare

we circled around the puppy

skateboarded and walked, feeling lucky

eating strawberry salad

roots roasted, a ballad

potatoes smashed

sourdough stuffing stashed

in a golden turkey, brined

sour cherry pie'd

and cream cheese 

with pumpkin roll, please

sometimes gratitude 

covers the triple word tile

scrabble

and the babble

of siblings

playing with words

sometimes gratitude feels crunchy

my poplar tree done

drawing water and summer sun

from branches and roots 

   through the neighborhood flung

breathes - exhales into my lungs

drops leaves like sunshine

for ladybugs to find

we scatter them like drifts

cover the gardens with poplar's gifts

 

like a breath

chickadees calling
from the trees

flying along the path 
black eyes bright

following
like a question

alight on my finger

light as a feather

wings whirring
like a breath
I thought I was holding 

rustling aspen along the ridge

sandhill cranes across the river

but this 

swishing

in the grass

at my feet

twisting

disappears

wolf willow shines

in the afternoon sun

sparkles like diamonds

in the October sun

silver among the gold

of the prairieland sun

Beaver dam at Beaver Creek