November is a subtle month.

The trees take on a quiet beauty, very different from the flashy brilliance of October. Brick red, mustard yellow, bronze and copper are the hues of November, punctuated with the greens of pines and spruce.

By the end of November most of the trees have…

To find the extraordinary
smile gratefully on the ordinary.

Even the simplest moment, lived with awareness,
guides our steps to a better place.

To an artist a pencil, a carrot, a cat’s whisker
suggest form and color worthy of art.

We too can immerse our senses and our minds
in the…

If I ever get a new car, after the 2007 Toyota Corolla I currently drive, it will have to be one of those self-driving cars that can park itself.

You see, I hate to back up a car, and I detest having to parallel park. I would rather park a…

I am finally catching up with my mother
and wondering what took me so long.
Her advice in my youth seemed unpalatable,
but now it feels more right than wrong.

Rejecting a plate overburdened with food,
demanding her coffee be hot,
wanting to nap without criticism,
insisting all car doors be locked…

In another life, I have often believed I have been, or will be, a wild mustang, a playful otter, or an elegant gazelle. But now I have a new creature I would like to emulate, if only I could. A chipmunk.

As I write this, winter is imminent in New…

I heard a raven today,
a solitary figure atop a solitary tree.

His croaking called a weary warning:
The best is over, the worst is yet to come.
There is nothing to hope and no one to love.

I stood transfixed, pinned like a faded butterfly.
No longer able to enjoy…