February 21, 2010

the guest house - rumi



The Guest House

This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.

A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.

Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they are a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.

The dark thought, the shame, the malice.
Meet them at the door laughing and invite them in.

Be grateful for whatever comes.
Because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.

RUMI

sunshine sunday


recovering and discovering my sewing and quilting again


new floors cushions waiting to be finished. new storage built into the old closet space ... love it!

sunday morning sunshine

February 17, 2010


The frantic call of the robin,
over and over again calling her mate.
How deep it touches my soul.
And up come the tears of gratitude, love and future loneliness.
When will she stop?
Did they miss communicate the meeting place or
has he stayed longer, forgetting the time?
I follow her voice and watch her through my glasses.

I'm inside now but her call penetrates through the walls.
I hold my breath hoping she won't be disappointed
and he'll come flying in with his matching song ...as the sun sets.

lkm 9 april 1999

February 16, 2010

spring

first plum blossoms of the spring


favorite kitchen shelves

February 10, 2010

grey wednesday

first spring violets


lunch - bean tostados, guacamole and spicy slaw

assisting my back

cleaned up for the next meal



February 6, 2010