Friday, March 3, 2017

Sunny Bunny

My nickname... SunnyBunny. From high school onward, as a CB handle, as a party handle & as a friend handle. 
Yes, perhaps, unprofessional but then again comforting and telltale for some to feel at ease and know
that the person they are meeting is warm and inviting. 
About the time I decide to move past this title I am reminded, time and time again, that people remember this name.
It fits. 
Sun and bunnies just cause a sense of mirth, of warmth and of hope. 
I am a big believer in hope. 
The mornings provide glimpses of gratitudes as coffee is shared with my partner.
A good reading, a laugh, a thought on the world we live in.
Blessings of hope. 
My hope...
that everyone I meet be blessed in the morning 
as I am. 
you all. 

Sunday, February 19, 2017


The act of provoking...
something that incites, instigates, angers, or irritates.

Perhaps causing shifts in thinking, patterns and self-reflection. Know thyself. A golden rule in order for shifts to happen. 
When skating, sliding along at a comfortable pace with wind whistling through your hair, tickling your ears and inciting playful tears...we are in flow. 
A divet, small ditch...perhaps large hump and our flow is diminished. Perhaps this is not a singular event ... perhaps it becomes a steady downpour of established hiccups and coughs that produce uncertainty and dilemmas within our personal lives. 

Now their is provocation. Perhaps down the road (almost certainly if one reflects) there will be growth. 

Until then hang onto your hats for the wind is not playful or soft these days and the tears often sting the back of my brain causing swelling around my sockets. 

Hold tight those you love, remember forgiveness is essential for we are all only human beings on this vast mother earth. She will eventually reclaim us. 

Wednesday, February 1, 2017

A journal blip...

Every week I will throw an entry from my journaling upon these pages... a thought....a blip... a dribbling.

Sunday, January 15, 2017

Monday Blessings & Honorings

blessings of hope and constant illumination that one strives for.

"Nonviolent resistance … avoids not only external physical violence but also internal violence of spirit. The nonviolent resister not only refuses to shoot his opponent but he also refuses to hate him. At the center of nonviolence stands the principle of love. The nonviolent resister would contend that in the struggle for human dignity, the oppressed people of the world must not succumb to the temptation of becoming bitter or indulging in hate campaigns. To retaliate in kind would do nothing but intensify the existence of hate in the universe. Along the way of life, someone must have sense enough and morality enough to cut off the chain of hate. This can only be done by projecting the ethic of love to the center of our lives." -Martin Luther King, Jr.

Sunday, December 25, 2016

Peace Surround You

                                          C      E

                      today into Year
                              u    You     r


Wednesday, November 30, 2016

Ahhh, the Holidays... just breath it in and accept we can not do it all.

I watch and marvel at the sweetness of a child's play...

Remembering that all we really need in life is an active imagination, love, warmth from food & sleep. The rest will work it's way through.

With the exhausting move, feeling unbalanced from no work (artist at work), & the need to feel settled... the grandchildren bring a centered balance that is much needed.
Dear sweet friends knocking at the door, e-mails arriving, and yes even Facebook at times (though it's on the back burner as compared to face to face).

Blessed we are upon this earth, new ones arrive, our elders breathing into their golden years, stories being shared around the fires, snow sprinkles upon the decks. 
I wish for all of you great warmth, love & joy of others this season. 
May imagination fill your soul with sparks of joy &  memories from long ago. 

Tuesday, November 1, 2016


Let's sit around the campfire
where all ideas are hatched,
rolled around on the tongue
Sprouting enthusiastically
in great abundance

Let's sit around the table
Breaking bread together
Drinking wine together
Honoring all exchange
and notions.

 Let's gather in these woods we know
Examine all cracks & crevices
Allowing the voices of the forest
Letting the words & notions
 settle into our bones.