Bread & With It

This week the simple act of breathing has been on my heart. (trigger warning for those who may have lost someone they love) A request for prayers for two twins born too early, struggling to breathe on their own, and my uncle in his 80s, who, after a long, multi-colored life, is nearing the end of his journey. The phone held to his ear— I shared my love, gratitude, and last words with him yesterday—listening to his every breath. My sister said he turned toward the phone, and s

Here's mine! I drew the colors for my poems from a variety of moments in my life this week. What's better than kids and a parachute? Jungle Green Lemon Yellow Forest Green First up- Jungle Green I took my grandson to a music class at the library where we sang, danced with bubbles, and jumped under a lifting parachute. What fun for a grandma! One of the songs that was sung was a familiar one to young moms.. "Galumph Went the Little Green Frog I decided this was the perfect for

I had forgotten how inspiring I found the Crayola Crayon color names I have been working with this year, and how poems seem to flow more easily at times from colors than from other words. It felt good to sit down this week and choose three new colors. Snapped this week in Massachusetts. This week's colors were inspired by the change in seasons from swimsuits and to comfy sweatshirts. Tan Bittersweet Shimmer Goldenrod Let's start with the color: Tan Do you remember these ads?

...and they have my head swirling, in a very good way. ;) Poetry that touched my heart: Musician Glen Hansard tragically died last week, and the air has been filled with his music. He started out as a busker on the streets of Dublin, so I was particularly touched by the video of other buskers and people on the street gathered and singing his Oscar-winning song, "Falling Slowly." I first learned about Glen's work on a return flight home from a business trip to Hong Kong. The