March: In like a lion, they say. Out like be-damned, or a ram, but the little lamb Mary once have had must have run away with the moon. Or the fork, or a bend spoon. And so we begin April: A turn of a calendar page, if you still have such a thing? I have many, I like the photographs and heavy paper. I like turning a page and knowing it's so and sows and sews Birth Day and doing the math to guess their age. That's a lot of spin arounds, I don't say this to them. I say may it be kind, gentle, joyful. May you be held in LOVE. And before you know it the page will be turned again, and I'll remember Gramma Annie saying time slows when we don't feeling well. And I'll add that into the card saying may you be held in stellar heath (and humor, I like to add this for good measure, and do hope it comes true for all my loved ones.) And with that I press a pretty postage stamp on the envelope and off it goes. xo

who am I do suggest piñóns, romaine lettuce, blueberries are simple foods
who am I to ingest the seeds of the very trees that raised me
and the berries that grew me wild
I know I am blessed
I know I am
blessed
xo

​​SHINE

Shine was her name.
She wore it well.

​Most say she didn't stay long enough, but I know better.
Gramma Annie told me we each come into this world with a certain number of heartbeats.
Use 'em up, she told me when I was almost too young to understand, but now I do: I use them hard and fast. I ride my heart like an untamed filly; a long wild mane circles the sky. 
I carry sugar cubes in my pockets. I paw the earth to know its rumble.

xo

Hold on for dear life 
my grandmother, Annie 
said to me, but not just me
me: hanging by a thread
up a creek, no paddle
with the last straw
in the spur of a moment
eating my words
for a new lease on life
a real piece of work
with a pie-eating grin
singing la de da!!
xo
 
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​March 2022

endangered for its ivory
enraged for good reason
endless hunt for things 

the heads on the walls
things we can't unsee
or understand but want


to honor and remember


xo 


sculpture artist : clay babic 

December arrives in all her frosty glory hanging lace prayer shawls from trees & powerlines & the wonder & beauty teach you to shut the mouth & open the heart. The ground crunches to remind she is being walked upon. You are being held. She allows diamonds on your eyelashes & the tiny hairs in the nose you almost forgot you had. Don't Forget, she reminds: These things make the will of your life.  

These are your things: Cold feet. Chapped hands in wool mittens. Slower walks. Darkness. 

Do not let them go unnoticed. Cherish how she silently covers the earth & you with sparkles. 
xo