Day Thirty-one

Ocean Point, Boothbay, Maine

June 2012

I like to travel - 

places I've dreamed of 

since small, to see 

and do and learn

but there is nothing in

this world that I love more

than to awaken 

in a place that is

deeply familiar

a place not just that 

I call home

but that 

calls me home

too

Day Thirty

Peggy's Cove 2012

To be able to move is a gift

to have to move can be a chore

moving, moving, moving

forward, back, side to side

dancing, weaving, 

walking, stretching, 

I want to be able

to both move freely

and also stay put

is that so much to ask?

Day Twenty-nine

Sometimes I think

that what we call

patience 

is really just 

barely contained

impatience

Day Twenty-seven

Nova Scotia 2012

It's okay to 

break down every 

once in a while

to say it's too much

because it is too much

whatever it is

no matter how it 

compares to what

anyone else is doing

it's your too much

and it's okay to

feel that

Day Twenty-six

Today,

I am wondering

if the sun will ever

 shine again or if the 

bare and scraggly forsythia bush

outside my kitchen window

will actually bloom in spring

or if, in fact, spring will ever

come at all

I am trying to appreciate

this cold and gray January 

for what it's meant to be - 

a time to rest

a time to wait

as patiently as able, for 

things to come right again -

a test of our faith

that they will

Day Twenty-five

Stonehenge

2012

I do my best

I make a choice

I second-guess

and hear a voice

you've gone astray

and now you're lost

won't find your way

you'll pay the cost

I close my eyes

and take a breath

my body sighs

it's like a death

I do my best

and that is all

that I can do,

God, take the ball

I'm trusting you

Day Twenty-four

Nova Scotia, 2012

I feel the circle closing,

the tips of the lines nearly

touching now to form a

perfect ring and not

a meandering squiggle,

coming full circle,

as they say

and I am wondering,

when the ends meet

and the circle closes,

does that mean it's over?

Or is there a surge

of power as

the energy at last

flows unimpeded

and I, finally, 

begin?

Day Twenty-two

Monument Valley 2017

once we were young

    we rode our bikes

        and swam wild 

we hoped and dreamed

    and imagined  love

        and a life with purpose

a whole lifetime later

    the sound of bagpipes

        soars across the snow

            and echoes off the stones

a plaque on a marble box

    inscribed with a name

        and sprinkled with holy water

            a moment of silent prayer

Dear Andy,

    we shared ourselves

        for what seemed then like forever

            because a lifetime seemed so long

                but now seems like just a moment

                    no one knew us like we knew us

                        thank you for being my friend

July 2, 1955 - January 13, 2025

   

Day Twenty

You don't have to see the whole staircase, just take the first step.

~ Martin Luther King

Japanese Tea Garden, San Antonio, Texas

May 2012

you have a right to love 

what you love.

you matter.

you belong.

you do not have to apologize 

for wanting what you what

you do not have to grovel 

or beg for forgiveness

you do not have to try 

so hard

just show up

and love what you love

you matter.

you belong.

Day Nineteen

 

Ile d'Orleans, Quebec, Canada

August, 2012

I am just  a caretaker

I own nothing

or at least

whatever I think

I own 

is really just

on loan

So

I will take

good care

of what has been

entrusted to me

for this 

little while that

I am here

Day Sixteen

Monument Valley 

September 2017

It can seem 

like nothing is

happening,

the changes you

long for

never arriving

but then,

suddenly,

you are

on the move 

and you don't 

even know

how it happened.

Day Fifteen

Fort Pickens Beach, Pensacola, Florida

When I was young

I had a friend - 

a best friend - 

which is something

much more than

just a friend,

because we shared

the best of who

we were and 

who we

might become

 

Day Fourteen

Old Silver Beach, Falmouth, Massachusetts, November 2025

Do you worry

that you missed the tide

that would have made 

your life the way 

it was supposed to be

and now all is lost 

because once the tide has 

gone it will never 

come again?

Go to the sea

and watch the tide

roll in

and out

and again

and again

and again

You are not meant

to ride every wave

and you can't know

which wave is the 

one that lifts you up

or the one that knocks you

down

but the tide 

keeps sending

you waves

and any time you like

you can simply 

choose to

dive in

and ride

Day Thirteen

Beaumaris, Wales 2012

Do not stop dreaming

just because you 

have grown older, 

or weary

Sit quietly

and feel your breath

wash through you

When 

you breath in

invite your dreams

to show themselves

and notice what

feelings come

That's how

you will know

which dreams

are meant 

for you

now

When 

you breathe out

set free

an old dream

that no longer

fits

Day Twelve

Santa Fe Ski Area 2011

Yesterday it snowed

and I awoke in the night

worried about shoveling

the drive and slipping

on ice

but this morning

the squirrels are 

chasing each other

around the tree trunks

like children playing tag

and I think

they have

the right 

idea

Day Eleven

Peggy's Cove, Nova Scotia 2012

Every thought

is not

a poem

and

and every photo 

is not

a magazine cover

but 

sometimes

it's about

just

showing up

Day Ten

Chester, Nova Scotia 2012

Is there anything

more hopeful 

than a huddle

of boats ?

There is 

too much 

beauty still

in this world

to not be 

hopeful

Day Nine

Ile d'Orleans, Quebec, Canada 2012

I have been 

searching

for a place 

but I realized

that I have been

longing

for a feeling

of something

remembered 

but just beyond 

my reach

Day Eight

Baie St. Paul, Charlesvoix, Quebec, Canada 2012

When I was small

I found tiny violets

peaking out from the 

vines that grew 

by the side of the road

and I don't

know that I

have ever been 

quite so delighted 

by anything

since

Day Seven

 

Hubbard's Cove, Nova Scotia 2012

My soul 

is a

secret garden

that I must tend

lovingly

so that 

it will bloom

even in winter

Day Six

Bourne Farm, Falmouth, Massachusetts 2024

Today the world 

looks black and white

and I could feel sad

and melancholy

But I picture 

bulbs, 

and roots,

beneath the soil,

gathering strength

from the earth

and imagine that 

I, too,

am a bulb,

or a root,

invisibly renewing 

my energy

so that I can 

bloom again.

Day Five

Bourne Farm, Falmouth, Massachusetts 2012

Today the sky is gray

and the wind bites at my cheeks

Even the birds have not ventured out

I take wisdom in that

Remembering 

that I do not have to make progress

every day

Today, I can go back inside

and rest

Day Four

Bass Harbor, Acadia National Park, Maine 2014

Doubt creeps in

What if I am

going the wrong way?

Should I 

Keep going?

Go left? Or right?

Turn back?

Pause

Breathe

Look around

Simply choose

There are no wrong roads.

DAY THREE

Central Street, Andover, Massachusetts

Take two steps

Pause.

Look behind

See the footprints

already in your wake

A path begun.

Look ahead

You are on your way

Day Two

Bourne Farm, Falmouth, Massachusetts 2024

One step

Don't think

Just step

You're in

Next step

Don't think

Just step

Path begins

(Breathe in, Breathe out)

First Day

Bass Harbor, Acadia National Park, 2018

First light

New day

First day

New year

First breath

Fresh hope

Breath in

Breath out