Sugar and Spice
This is my holiday greeting this year–a celebration of the sweet spices that find their way into so many winter treats. Happy nutmeg, allspice, ginger, cinnamon, clove and anise. These spices go so well with sugar, chocolate, red wine, conversation and coffee. Stay sweet.
In This Room
There’s nothing new about recognizing the value of my workspace. But it’s reassuring and affirming to put the distractors in their place and celebrate the muses I find there.
Portland
When it’s hard to stand up, sometimes the asphalt can help. I found that my town was there to support me in some wet, green, slippery, nice sort-of way. It’s a sweet town
Love that Was
Can you go back into a relationship? Can you process out of a relationship? Maybe–maybe not. Doing anything constructive with love seems to be a bit dicey, but worth the try…These are 2 short Haikus–Love Retroactive and Love Lost, but not Forgotten, from About Love:the bittersweet heart, debutting February 22 in Portland.
Haiku Reflections
Sometimes Haiku are a great way to sum things up. Sometimes they get things rolling.
Broken Hearts Seem Such a Waste
I studied which sweater you’d like,
what’s for breakfast, when to ask and not.
Important lessons never right enough.
I was eliminated from the next round.
You’re filled too, if you paid attention.
Note: Ritter chocolate, Asiatic lilies.
Should we discard old streaky windows
or recycle them for a new heart?
Pity the next ones stirring rubble.
I’m tired and despairing of a whole-heart love.
Who would sort my scabs and scars?
Could I open bones filled with secrets?
All that energy scibbered away.
It sprung me: toss it in or let it out?
Maybe I could have spent it better
making something to hold onto…a nice pot?
Opportunity—what about those misses.
Don’t say “each love is a classroom …
You’ll get there when you’re ready.”
Whatever could that look like?
Love—soured, spat out and washed away,
beats safety, footing and progress.
Messy windows, crusty scabs, fossil-habits
stumble broken hearts along.