A Poem of Unexpected Joy — A knock at the front door brought me out of my morning’s search for inspiration and into opportunity. You were in need and so was I. Just at the right moment, you were there, offering to open my heart. I was not looking for this magic, but it came, from your willingness to ask, and my willingness to answer. A sacred exchange, bringing tears of joy to us both.

A daily reflection in poetry — At last, this day’s list of myriad tasks are checked off, folded, and put in the drawer. It was an uphill struggle when the defiant laundry pile nearly left the basket balanced on my right hip as I thumped downstairs. …

Returning to your inner wisdom — Do you know your heart? Does it speak surely to you in daylight’s bright dream, quicken with quiet joy in your soul’s reflection? Can you hear its silken whisper, reassuring and kind? Do you know your heart? Does it listen with love as your brain mutters madly, answer your breathless cry for…

Calling all sisters in transformation — I reach out with roots underground to stand fast and feel the sisterhood, the realization that this is the time, now that blood is past and life-burnished self is smiling back in the mirror, eyes ablaze, to come together in a mind of magic, the spell of somnambulance broken, our softened flesh holding wisdom and wonder and the power of real purpose. This is the time when action must replace longing.

Surrendering to your heart — I am awash in inspiration, a cascade of images, feelings and sounds, coming too fast to grasp. Taken by the swirling landscape, becoming no longer just me, but greater than me, a force, enhanced and expanded flowing into my cells, my DNA, wherever illumination is needed. Part of me aches…

Visit the world of knowing inside yourself — I have been in the desert too long, mumbling and seeing things that are not there. Awaking to sameness, a walking shell, repeating questions without answers, but treading on, as if there were something, anything, else on the horizon — a place where I can recognize myself. Now going inward…

Courage for change — This is the place of reckoning, the time to reveal who you are, for your dreams demand this pivotal moment. What can propel you beyond? The journey rests in your courageous hands. Dare to do what you are resisting, for bravery’s reward holds magic. Knock on the door to answer its beckoning…

Unexplained memories — I see this place often in my mind. I am four years old, and dressed in my school uniform – a grey, pleated wool skirt with a white cotton shirt and a burgundy wool blazer, scratchy grey wool tights and buster brown tie ups. I am alone, standing beside an…

What’s in a name? — I cannot put a name to the result of a sacred act that does not belong to me — this attempt, weakly describing the pure essence of art, in a word or two. You see, the art is in the making, in the experience, and it is risky at best to try to…