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"Whatever you think you can do, or believe you can do, begin it, because action has magic, grace, and power in it." Goethe


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Friday’s Five

A new red wagon, a prior generation tricycle, a hand-it-down/pass-it-on bouncy horse. All these things litter the landscape of my yard these days. Beautiful litter. 

A spider I named Lucy. Spiders are easier to name when they are outside on their own turf. She’s set up house on the edge of last year’s wood pile. I’m interested to see if she stays.

Little hands helping me fill all of the bird feeders. This is serious work, folks. And the reward of watching an almost two year old jump with joy at a filled feeder…well. 

A special acquisition today: an art acquaintance posted a picture of an easel her artist dad built by hand. He’s passed on and  she is downsizing, so the easel was for sale. I’m sure I’ll post a pic of it here one day. I’m very honored to give it a new home here under the outside art space I’ve created. 

Seeing an 8 month old’s eyes follow everywhere her daddy (my son) goes. Watching her little hands flail with joy at his nearness. Hearing her sister call Daddy and hearing in that single  word all of the love and safety and goodness she feels. 

So much good. So much more than good. 


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Chimayo

My friend Care and I made a pilgrimage of sorts to the el Sanctuario de Chimayo on our way to Taos. 

I wanted to collect “holy dirt” and expected to see one chapel there. Turns out there were several chapels, an artisan area, many spaces for meditation and reflection.

I found myself trying to memorize the surroundings because pictures were not allowed inside.

As I stood before an altar, suddenly Care started singing. Hail Mary… it was one of those moments you know you will always remember.

Beautiful sacred moments on a little out of the way place in NM. 

Peace.


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Busy Bees

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The bees were abundant on Mother’s Day 2017 in Albuquerque, NM. 

Beautiful sunny day. 

Decided it’s time to write even on my travel days. I struggle with this. I’ll pack journals with the best of intentions and then bring them home empty or with only a few notes scribbled. Ephemera tucked in pages as a reminder. 

So, this blog is my accountability page. 

I’m hoping to capture at least a couple of moments from these days of NM travel and art experiences. Come join me…


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Sestina for Easter Season

I wrote this sestina during Holy Week, about the same time I assigned this form of poetry writing to a class of Comp 2 students.  

Their results and responses inspired me, and their struggles did as well. Someone would come to class and say, This is hard or I really had to think on this. One student told another: Man, don’t wait til the last minute. This thing takes some time.

So, I decided to experience again what I often ask my students to do. The attention to the form was a discipline. The words came though. And, as often happens in life and writing and art, a simple action spurs us on to a new creation. 

Easter Sestina: