Wednesday, November 26, 2008

GRACE

























Photo by S. Auberle

This is my 500th post, since I began this blog in February of 2006. That, and the fact that tomorrow is Thanksgiving, seems an auspicious time to post this beautiful blessing written by Rafael Jesus Gonzalez.

Thanks and Blessings be to the Sun & the Earth
for this bread & this wine,
this fruit, this meat, this salt,
this food;
Thanks be & Blessing to them
who prepare it, who serve it;
Thanks & Blessings to them
who share it
(& also the absent & the dead).
Thanks & Blessing to them who bring it
(may they not want),
to them who plant & tend it,
harvest & gather it
(may they not want);
Thanks & Blessing to them who work
& blessing to them who cannot;
may they not want--for their hunger
sours the wine & robs
the taste from the salt.
Thanks be for the sustenance & strength
for our dance & work of justice, of peace.
- Rafael Jesus Gonzalez
Happy & Blessed Thanksgiving to all...

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

HUNTING SEASON

























Photo by S. Auberle

first snow fell this morning
Christmas in the air
neighbor putting up decorations
Prancer, Donner & Blitzen
an early start
to their 'round-the-world journey
antlers poised upwards
eyes like black stars
there will be ribbons
and bells, silver perhaps
a round, jolly Santa
to drive
three antlered bucks
swinging in the wind
their delicate legs
stiffening in the cold
- mimi

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

DARK ANGEL

























Photo by S. Auberle

I will always love
the sound of wings
never knowing
if it's bird or angel
like a single raven
at high-desert dawn
black velvet in motion
or a dove in the pines
breast feathers fluttering
down in small, winged prayers
the turquoise flash
of a lazuli bunting
like an unearthed
Anasazi necklace
but tell me
do you also wait
with terrible joy
never knowing
if that winged sound
is a dark angel
coming for you?
- mimi

Sunday, November 16, 2008

inside her bones

























photo by S. Auberle

from above and across
those high and windy plains
then through waves of grains
and flashing amber
proceed-with-caution light
past rivers' run and sandhills' flight
to flowered path
on great lake's shore
more home of heart
than known before
more right the place
inside her bones
more right the stones and sky
more pleased her eye
with softer light
and rested
after wave-lapped night
she's rested
after wave-lapped night
- ralph murre

Friday, November 14, 2008

RETURN

























Truchas, New Mexico graffiti - photo by S. Auberle

"I love the dark hours of my being.
My mind deepens with them.
There I can find, as in old letters,
the days of my life, already lived
and held like a legend, and understood."
- Rainer Maria Rilke
Back in my own house with the blue door in my beloved north. But hours and days in the mystical Southwest gave me many beautiful days to hold like a legend and understand...

Wednesday, November 05, 2008

YES!!!!!!!!!!!

C E L E B R A TE!!