Open One Door, and You Open Plenty

Along with the daily practice of creating something, I have expanded my means of expression. Besides my recent dedication to daily painting or drawing, I keep up a virtually daily practice called thedailynapkin.com which begins as a meditation which leads to a poem or something like that on a brown, unbleached napkin slipped into my husbands lunch bag every day he goes to work. It is an act of love, and a ritual we have both come to appreciate since I began the practice the first day he went to work after we got married over 6 years ago. He’s been typing them up and emailing them to the blog for the last year and a half.

Recently, my husband was trying to find a song to sing for a local church which he plays guitar and sings at once a month. It had to be about something specific: receiving. One of the napkins turned out to be about receiving, and I heard it as a song as I wrote it, but I didn’t mention that to him. Several people that he sends the napkin to asked him if it was a song, and he had perceived it as one as well, so he allwed it to cook, and ended up combining it with anothers day napkin into a really nice song. It was well-received when he played it. What a wonderful thing to collaborate like that!

I am really liking the results of allowing creative expression full rein. And my graphic design keeps improving as a result of the increased creative productivity too. Win win and all of that!

Don’t You Know?

You are Love
You are Light
You are Spirit’s expression
You are good
You are right
You are simply amazing!
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Don’t you know there’s nothing bad
’bout living life fully,
giving your all to what you believe,
and being yourself truly?

Soil of Understanding

Idea budding
twirled petals delicate
Perched upon the tip
of tiny thought twig
Borne of rising sap
and deep roots buried
In rich soil of understanding
Awaiting blossoming…
Jazz Songs

Jazz Songs

The face there in the leaves

of the magnolia tree
Animated by friendly breezes
sang jazz songs
with no more encouragement than that
I expected lightheartedly
for the tree to drop into
a lively soft shoe

Tortoise Joy

Little boy…

Like the captain of his ship
or a slow motion cowboy

Rode astride the huge tortoise
gallumping along half time

With a grin as big
as his little face would hold

Light Songs

Her words, like stars
fell from her lips to sparkle
across the blanket of sky
In myriad constellations
with tales of bravery
and lighthearted frivolity
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His songs, like the dawning
of inumberable days
Awoke birds in their nests
for a sympony of praises
Noting life’s sweet passage
with infinite delight
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The days of light, like triple rainbows
spanned the valleys
in lavish Mystery
Earth’s Tears

Earth’s Tears

Cry no more

when the rains have called
for even the newest blossoms to fall
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My cheeks are washed
by Earth’s tears
Shed for all her children
and even for herself
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Choices made
in the ease of ignorance
and the arrogance of youth or greed
Foretell storms of anguish
yet Spring is arriving on their heels
Open to Receive

Open to Receive

OPEN TO RECEIVE
That man who gives of his heart
was generous right from the start
In kindergarten
he watched out for the other kids
And still his wife knows
how very much he gives
Yet he won’t let anything back
He needs to learn to…
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Receive
Open to receive
It’s as you believe
that you deserve
The cycle must return
so as you give
open to receive
open to receive
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The woman with heart on her sleeve
had empathy for all that grieved
She sympathized
and reached out in warming love
Yet her own self
she hides away above
And she suffers the pain inside
She must open to…
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Receive
Open to receive
It’s as you believe
that you deserve
The cycle must return
so as you give
open to receive
open to receive
Enter the Circle

Enter the Circle

Enter the circle
in a humble way
patting the earth
Enter the circle
as we join to pray
joining voices together
For in the circle
on the plane of life
all are equal, all are family
all are welcome
Enter the circle
in the medicine way

Oh, Perfection…

Little fuzzy caterpillar
was jogging lightly
down the branch
of his favorite bush
His brow a little misty
his cheeks a bit pink
All those little feet
in synchronous movement
“Like a well oiled machine, ” he thought
Then he tripped on a tiny twig
Ah, well – so much for perfection…