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This blog, my letter to the world

whose music speaks to me in potent

words of color, breeze and shade, through

books whose notions seed themselves in

the nooks and crannies of my mind only

to float around in there until one day

I fish a bit, reel in to lay them out

so as to look at them again, try to

clarify, grasp the meaning of those

bits and pieces niggling at my brain

- this blog brings order to the verbal

chaos wafting through my world




Tuesday, July 10, 2018

Learning From Loss

~Learning From Loss~

Loss launched an education on my life.
Your closed eyes began a stark opening of mine
to things I could not see when life was full with you.
Pondering lost sight of you brought insight to my soul.
While you look now from the realm of Godde
I too see from another view with
deeper understanding
of our love


Monday, June 18, 2018

Your Tired, Your Poor

Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free... 

Thinking about the folks at our borders today.
Give Me Your Tired, Your Poor...
In high school (about 65 years ago) I once played the part of the Statue of Liberty.  The memory brings to mind two things:  

1. Reciting those beautiful words inscribed on Liberty’s base:

Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses, yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore,
Send these, the homeless, tempest tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door.

Emma Lazarus

2. I remember how extremely tired my arm became, holding up that torch. Today Liberty’s spirit must be weary and weeping. She seems to have lost the ability to hold out her beacon of hope any longer. I fear she has dropped her lamp.  This land, our land, weeps with her.  

Sunday, June 17, 2018

Black Eyed Susan

Photo by Scott Runcorn
Glass Art by Theodore Ellison Designs

~Transformation Of Black Eyed Susan~

The black eyed susans are long gone
the master planter gone as well
both gone to seed

What can you do for me? the master asked
return each year, a live reminder -
and I’ll inspire, Susan sang

I can inspire the heart of one who loved you
to frame an echo of the black eyed
beauties you once grew
Touched by his muse the artist grew 
black eyed susans (so lately in John’s garden)
 embedded now in glass tile on a daughter’s fireplace

An icon of the beauty of one beloved
in memory of a life well lived
A Gift Of Grace

Something beautiful happened to me on John’s birthday.  An elegant icon was created in memory of him.  Enjoy!

Monday, June 11, 2018


Boxes by Judy


Loss forces one to
find gifts for the future
hidden deep within the past

to find the present yet unwrapped

New Joy


Unwrapping - inspired by The Uses of Sorrow, a poem by Mary Oliver which was mentioned by Steven Petrow in a NYT’s article on gratitude last month.  I love how words travel mouth to mouth, heart to heart - nurturing the world!  -js

Friday, June 8, 2018

Abundant Grace

~Abundant Grace~

In the middle of this deep dark loss,
a Light. Gently unfolding, its soft
beam of hope seeps in

its beacon tugging at confusion
shedding a glow on the path
drawing the heart close

revealing answers even as
more questions form
'til fully unfurled

it lights the way brightly
lifts away darkness
and brings new



Friday, May 18, 2018

Small Blessings

Early May Garden

~~ Small Blessings ~~

When life is stopped because of loss or illness or
some huge shift in normal that upsets your apple cart
after the shock, assessment of all that is now missing
reveals small blessings growing in their place

Like a barren garden in the Spring
new life, new energy cannot be stopped
new  ideas creep in, new opportunities pop up
unbidden - some like weeds to be discarded 
- some to flower and be nurtured into more 

Abundant Blessings
rooted in the very loss that breaks your heart