I have word that right now, in the indigoes of the night, loved ones are driving toward a gathering for the sharing of love in its healing mode.
Night or day, this is welcome.
Take this thought with you:

“P O P P I E S
The Poppies send up their
orange flares, swaying
in the wind, their congregations
are a levitation

of bright dust, of thin
and lacy leaves.
There isn’t a place
in this world that doesn’t

sooner or later drown
in the indigos of darkness,
but now, for a while,
the roughage

shines like a miracle
as it floats above everything
with its yellow hair.
Of course nothing stops the cold,

black curved blade
from hooking forward —
of course
loss is the great lesson.

but also I say this: that light
is an invitation
to happiness,
and that happiness,

when it’s done right,
is a kind of holiness,
palpable and redemptive.
Inside the bright fields,

touched by their rough and spongy gold,
I am washed and washed
in the river
of earthly delight —

and what are you going to do —
what can you do
about it —
deep blue night.”

…………..MARY OLIVER, from her book, New & Selected Poems, Volume One, 1992

There might be a song you could be singing,in the solitude of almost dawn, that gives permission to feel the warm, blessed feeling of love.

Prayers to all.

always with love,



All night,
up, counting the hours of sleep,
and the likelihood of falling back asleep and waking up after 8 a.m.
when it would be too late to turn off the computer,
the printer,
the phone,
the TV.

Would coffee be warm enough?

Could I wait to shower,
what if I simply slept through,
waking when I felt rested,
stretching, waiting for another glance out the window
to the bare trees
shining in the sun?

In 3 minutes it will be 5 a.m.

How have I spent the time since 2 a.m.
when I decided to do the crossword
puzzle to get me back to sleep?

What about the CD that I want to start?
Can’t do it, it’s too dark.

What about these weeks when I have been so into these end of year holidays that I have
a poetry book?

Where have you all been, too?

All of this because ‘they’ will be installing a generator in our building today, starting at 8 a.m.

No electricity, no heat,
all turned off for at least 3 hours.
Maybe more.

Why is it so difficult, so challenging to approach this disturbance?
What must I think I must prepare for?

I will enjoy those hours putting my pastels back in good order.

So, when I send this off to you all,
I’m turning off the computer,
stranding myself voluntarily
rather than having it imposed on me.

Well, look at this.
It brought me back to where
I love to be,
in touch with you.

always with love,