With Or Without You

Rise and greet the day.
Asanas, tea, music, moose.
Bursting heart weeps.
Sweetest child prayer pose.
Chugach romance reborn.
Not one expectation.
Now is bountiful.
Grateful friend.

Mamaism Art

I do not want to go anywhere.
Not for a moment.
In Alaska I create and learn.
Oh sweet love, we flounder.
We are leaping fish and lovers.
Epic, beautiful, romance.

March Sunset Alaska

I dreamed of singing spirituals on an old school bus.
I was traveling with a wild group of old ladies.
We sat on fruit boxes and stayed in cheap hotels.
We ate chicken and stuffing.
I did dishes in an old style sink.
We went to festivals.
I carried herbs with me.
I broke up dried oregano leaves in my hands.
The scent was delicious.
I said, "It's really good in meat balls."

Daylight Savings

No pessimist ever discovered the secret of the stars or sailed an unchartered land, or opened a new doorway to the human spirit.
~ Helen Keller

Snowed In March 10

I enjoy being snowed in.
Stay cozy in the basement and write.
Life is abundant and tea and toast is perfect.
Blessings all around!

I Understand

I was talking about my old boyfriend Cosmo.
He's dead now, but I loved him.
I'm reminded that I love broken people.
The shy, the insecure, the frightened.
When I get disappointed in love,
I remember over and over, not to get
attached to the outcome.
Today I understand love.
Unconditionally, I go on loving and that's the gift.
Stay there Rosebud!

March First

I feel empty. Strange days indeed.