In Native American cultures, The Great Spirit is a deity intertwined with the fabric of the Universe itself on the large scale and yet personally engaged with the web of living things and the world on an earthly scale. I am creating a spiritual practice by borrowing a little from the Buddhists and the practice of mindfulness, but mostly from the strong connection I feel for the worship of Earth as taught us by our first nations. For those who hunger for the connection of a spiritual practice from someone who is learning to braid her own.

Saturday, March 12, 2016

Inviting Mother to dinner

Mother’s fecund perfume arrives on cool air 
through screened windows above the sink.
The open latch invites intimacy with source and destiny, 
arrives with grace and, somehow hope,
under dusk’s blanket.

The kitchen fills with syncopated croaking,
as if agreed to the night before;
one, then two, then a dozen rasping versions,
and then silence because the neighbor’s black cat 
skulks through the greenway,
up to no good as far as the frogs can tell.

Robin neighbors chirp in starts and stops 
hopping through the duff, poking for the day’s final catch
while I chop celery, rinse mushrooms
prepare Mother’s bounty for our grateful table.

I pause a moment and wonder 
if I listen well enough will I be able to hear 
nesting crows pull moss from branches on the maple tree.


  1. So beautiful. Miss your sweet voice, my friend.

  2. Back at ya, my dear. You've been on my mind, wondering how the hell it's been so long when I love your company so. How sweet of you to look at and listen to me. xo