The Moon shines on my newly planted Coleus
Contrasting contrails streak wide across the sky
Winter still looms in the North
The jet stream ladles the cold down South
Any buds are gone again....maybe next week they'll try again.

Advice to Writers

As the words come you must capture them then...as you do.
Do not fret the time of day or night
What stands between you and the muse
The words fall into place with the force of the spirit that guides them.
Catch the faery dust.
It will never be the same twice.

Roses

I planted Roses today
Sun Flare for Yellow, my Mother's favorite
September Morn in honor of 9.11
Memories planted deep
Seeds in our soul
Life's resiliency
Love's remembrance
My offerings to the sky
And all before me.

The Dance of the Sea

So the sail lifts into the wind
Reaching up as to the arms of a lover
Finding its rhythm in tune with another
Two powerful forces as one
Creating a new space, moving through time
Slicing a trail towards the horizon
Sometimes charted, many times not
Together these two, keeping perfect balance as long as they can
The dance of the sea....
Still, we come as we go
Brief strikes of lightning
Touching down only an instant
Then dissipating into the clouds.

Thinking About God

I decided this past Autumn to seriously study religion and "god" to try and determine what I really believe. I've recently read a number of excellent books..."The Evolution of God", Speaking of Faith - Why Religion is Important and How to Talk About it" and, of course, " Letter to A Christian Nation", "The Death of Faith". The last two were not to my liking; nothing to do with what I believe since that is not clear right now, but because both author's are as strident in their atheism as the Christian fundamentalists are in their extremism. It doesn't matter what side you are on as much as how deeply you cower in your dog hole under a cover of strident belief. So the approach I require is a balanced discussion of ideas, a weighing of the history, facts and yes sometimes the unexplainable. I do know this much though...I've never grown to truly believe in or love anyone or anything without first knowing the spirit of the thing, the sense of someone's soul. And maybe, maybe all this current strife is exactly because a god does not want to be loved or adored blindly...maybe this god, like most of us, want to know we are fully loved with all our imperfections...that someone has looked deeply into us, seen us, and love us still. More to come as the search continues...