Tag Archives: gratitude

This winter’s day

You do not have the flu. The cat is not sick, nor the dog lost. The bitter cold has not burst the pipes. The firewood is dry enough to catch the perfect flame thrown by the ordinary wonder of a rough-struck match. The small, wild things — plumed, delicate — fly hollow-boned to the feeders […]

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Our lovely bones

I Dear Collarbone: No one blames you, least of all the ball still firmly in the socket because you gave and then held, a faultless fault line in my body’s aging architecture. II As a child, I quailed to learn I have a skeleton — that horror-movie staple — inside me. What to do? We […]

God wiggles his butt

  God wiggles his butt when he sees you, his tail lashing the heavens with happiness. Not one glad glance is wasted on your sin, your bad behavior, your poor choices. Even God gets into the trash, sometimes. How, otherwise, would she understand? And do you recall how you laughed at her guilty smile, how, […]

Everything, offering

How it holds you up, everything, offering, even the space vacated by what you loved blending with beauty eventually and can you feel how thin yet absolute your skin how it insists on separation and yet remember how wondrous the world dazzling your blurred eyes entering your small ears before you were human before you […]

This winter’s day

You do not have the flu. The cat is not sick, nor the dog lost. The bitter cold has not burst the pipes. The firewood is dry enough to catch the perfect flame thrown by the ordinary wonder of a rough-struck match. The small, wild things — plumed, delicate — fly hollow-boned to the feeders […]

While we slept

Snow fell while we slept (after we had tucked in the day’s troubles, though they complained it was not time for bed) snow fell noiselessly as dreams riled our slumber the familiar ghosts rattling their familiar chains snow fell and kept falling blanketing backward our unconscious lives accumulating accumulating so that when we awoke the […]

Let our complaints

You haven’t long to love this world to claim the blood washing the awakening sky to feel the wren’s song swelling your open throat that later will clench to imagine the bewildered doe leaving her speckled child there along the road where the car struck it. Now untangle the tortured skein of the life you’ve […]

Praise

Springtime in the Rockies is characterized by nothing if not snow, and today was a bountiful testament.   I could feel it in the light seeping though my bedroom window as I stirred and stretched — following the example of my wise cats — then picked my way gingerly down the steep bedroom stairs to see what […]

The bright side

As Americans’ traditional feast day approaches, I’ve been considering Abraham Lincoln’s 1863 Thanksgiving proclamation.  It’s remarkable for its stubborn optimism, achieved in part by de-emphasizing the harsh reality then encompassing the nation. Here’s an excerpt: “In the midst of a civil war of unequaled magnitude and severity, which has sometimes seemed to foreign states to […]

Mike’s grave

Up the hill from my home is a cemetery opening onto a foothills trail that leads to a high school track, where a runner long sidelined might begin again, might test against age and injury the possibility of recovery, or at least resilience.   And then might walk home through the cemetery, but not before stopping […]