Creating this blog of poems created over a span of 38 years was given an impetus by a re-encounter with this poem. It is a special one for me. It felt like a message from my late wife Marianne. In this post I read the poem, and after the recording there is the poem’s text.
Yesterday felt special. I took the walk Marianne and I did together so many times, and it felt great! I have slowed down, taking 80 minutes instead of 60, but seeing familiar sights brought poignant memories, and I felt happy. Although the season is different, I remembered this poem! Be open, my love I am … Read more
My iPhone gave me a gift today! It created a photo memory of trips to Blowing Rock, a place Marianne and I loved to visit. Since then I’ve made a number of trips there by myself and written some poems there. “The Other Hiker” is one of them. Enjoy the video and poem. Happy holidays! … Read more
A children’s book I love is The Neverending Story by Michael Ende. I loved in particular Chapter XIII “Perilin, the Night Forest”, The images stayed in my mind, and I wrote this poem. Enjoy! New Night The Night Forest is lovely The luminous plants, the enchanted trees Cast a special spell over my soul. They … Read more
Daily Gratitude: 365 Days of ReflectionNational Geographic I have had an intellectual understanding to this for a long time. When I read the quotation this morning I thought of these lines I wrote in 1984 But as for sorrow, you will find It is the creation of the mind! Actually living this truth is a … Read more
This year marks the thirtieth year for my company, Object Innovations, which I founded in 1993 with a great deal of support and encouragement from Marianne. I have been thinking of my early days in my own business when I did quite a bit of traveling to teach courses at different locations. In 1994 I … Read more
Touch of Autumn Not the achievement but the journey Not the story but the song Not the certainty but the hope. The cool breeze, the blue sky The wispy clouds The touch of color Autumn! What joy to welcome you again.
To be interested in the changing seasons is a happier state than to be hopelessly in love with spring. George Santayana The Tears of Autumn Let the feelings come Do not hold them back Allow the stillness of this moment To enter into your heart and soul The trees of autumn have beauty But their … Read more
Tuesday First Bloom My mind was mired in thoughts I did not like Wishing things were different Then I took my walk. Going a different way, I received a gift A gentle reminder of the beauty and goodness in the world Yet again my loved one whispered to me In the language of flowers. Wednesday … Read more
Where else could it begin? Where does a seed begin to grow? Where is it safe and protected? Hope begins in the dark. “Imago Dei: Hope“Martin DunnOil on canvas, 30 x 19 inches
As a friend recently pointed out to me, trust is relational — trust (in) whom/what? In the following short poem, the “poet” is Spirit, addressing me as listener. Trust has been an issue for me for a long time.