contemplative muse

Varied Thrush The Varied Thrush lay, one wing open on the deck after a thud —his feathers clung to the window like tiny moths pressing into the afternoon light.   I remember the moment when: with trembling trepidation I gathered his liquid light body in the palms of my hands on that cold, November day

Yesterday’s salmon Just beneath the river’s shimmering skin, sleek, scarred in shallow waters they lunge upstream, up ladders, between rocks.   A twist, a splash, an arc to drop dead still before another surge. An ode to salmon’s final journey.   A pause, a gathering strength against gravity’s downward racing, tumbling current against time in

Walk up into the forest keep right at the big bend. Walk gingerly past the brambles, gingerly alongside the culvert to the creek —fresh bear tracks in the mud. Come, listen to the rippling, bubbling creek. Its cool breath soothing your cheeks teasing away time and unease. Drop anxious thoughts into the murmuring skipping down

To be human is to sense everything and to release everything    —nothing belongs to us. Here, I am a guest cradled in the arms of this blue-green, spinning miracle. I am swirling the Milky Way through this body. I am skipping a river in and out of this heart place. I am breathing a

Pause In timely fashion we grow towards uncertainty—surely, the cat won’t forgive souring milk in the fridge. Nettle pesto, pine nuts and a slice of lime small pleasures that invite self-deception —not to mention, you’re much, too close. This choice we make to live like sardines in small cans, here I see myself in you

Welcome to my blog. Here you will find contemplative invitations, recipes that allow for poetic licence, and free-flowing, conscious dance suggestions to invite your creative muse out to play. The posts might be a little eclectic; let’s see where this muse wanders.