Most every work day for more than 11 years, I wrote a love note, poem or other inspirational thought, on a napkin – and tucked it in my husband, Marshal’s, lunch – a ritual of the heart. At the beginning of 2009, Marshal started typing them up. It became OUR ritual of the heart to share the Daily Napkin as a blog. Then, in October 2015, Marshal retired, so the whole dynamic changed. I took several months to re-evaluate and decide what I was going to do. The poetry of the napkin is now joined with my art and/or photography images. May you enjoy them. May they feed your spirit.
Salad
That little bugThe one I’d never seen beforeWith his iridescent wingsAnd that smiley markingOn his little shoulderJust walked into my saladIs it still safe to eat…? (sans the buggy protein of course)
Reputation of Repetition
He expanded his philosophyas they expounded on theoriesThe reputation of repetitionrose the bar on understandingEtheric answers floatedmidst fancy verbal constructiondrifting up near the ceilingof comprehended truthOh, the heady beauty ofbantered intellectual gardening
An Eternal Moment of Love
Angels singingwith the mourning dovewakes me to the new daywhispering my namemy real name…Meanwhile the praying mantisis always praying every momentwith every part of its beingSuch is living in the nowIn the NowI eternally love life
Nuts to You (and to me)
The nut of itThe kernel of eternal truthcan be a bit toughto get to through the shellAH! But the meat is tasty!
Sudden Verve
On the bank of the wide old riverwhere the elderberry and mugwortwave to each other in the breezesA plodding turtle familycame upon a band of musical cricketsprepping up for an evening concertSuddenlywith verveHappy turtles...
First Meeting
Their first meeting…a faded drop of paintoff in a plain section of washesas if the brush was afraid of the paperThe background of pastel strangerssketched with tenuous bristleinto hours of exuberant meetingThe images of tree and bushriver near lake, appeareda...
Inspirations
Spontaneous inspiration overtookthe overlooked corners of our psycheawakening the inner jukeboxThere's a lightness to the stepof the person who is kepton toes of celebrationof joyous conversationYes....!
Rock of Love
as a child, he depended uponhanging on tenuous hooksprepared for fun and sillinessunmitigated play amongstheaps of adult minefieldsthe knowing piled up highin his gut of gutsno matter whatthe insidious circumstancesthere was the rock of his father’s lovetethered and...
Start Your Engines
In the company of the Museand a troupe of her affiliates(or is it her initiates?)the air vibrates with enthusiasmcreative epiphanies sparkingin the air like mini-lightning---One session - a jolt from the starterrevved up for a daytrip of ideas---Regular...
Beginnings
Babies are babiesno matter what animalAnd the cuteness factorquadruples the chancesfor adults to emergeThe innocence of beginner’s mindis open and attractiveAnd the pristine thought patternsquadruple the chancesfor inspiration to be sparked
Embracing the Tell
Have you ever noticed…Through the corner of your eyeor the edge of your hearingwithout an inkling of a causeexcept the tiniest tug in the gut???There on the periphery of perceptionsome truths lie in wait ever since pushed out of focuson some long ago forgotten...
POP!
I wonder…Is enlightenmentlike popcorn…?One moment,I’m this hard, sunny seedThen, POP…I’m full bloom enlightened?If so, turn up the heat!