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.
Garden Lady
Early Spring morning Sunlight and fresh air wafting through open window Someone walking through the leaves of last Fall There stands Garden Lady with two fists full of bundled brown Empowered joy shining on her face...
Loquacious Child
Even in the most complicated situations where multiple considerations intertwine into complexities yet undetermined whether beauteous or mundane every present still the loquacious child babbling on incessantly making sense of all non-sensicalities...
Wisdom Waken
A crack in the world letting the light arrive awakening mystery amidst normal day to day shadow felled in one swoop one breaking open on dawning tell me more with lively let the wisdom waken colors dancing on the tip awareness ogled sweetly...
Caterpiano
old abandoned and rusty usefulness no more still you could tell dancing fingertips once wrought harmony's fusion heels clicked and squiveled skirts skirted and whooshed terrains yet overlooked blithely measured notes now ghostly impressions ...
Birth Day
there is nothing more spiritual infused with awe and gratitude imbued with life's luscious essence of sacred breath than entrance into this world years ago in almost spring with the innate aplomb innocence and elemental grit creation's nature you appeared...
New Habit
As you embark On the journey Of new habit May the road Of intentions Prove smooth and joyous May the unfamiliar pattern become extraordinarily ordinary with ease and grace
Spring’s Breath
When in the garden fallow Twig and leaf are dead It’s time to cut and trim, dig and prodPreparing for the lovely breath of Spring In the winter of my memoriesWhere feelings lay unsaidAnd frosty numbness veils Life within, still seekingIs poked and tethered deadWith...
Repeat
repeat repeat repeat once again like clockwork another reiteration the tulip magnolia bloomed a surprise attack in pinks glorious magnificence as radiant sumptuousness wind blew grey sky blustered gusts lifted and twirled thus spring...
La-Dee-Dah!
"I rest my life upon the sure foundation..." In thought and word and deed she emulates that which lights her spirit She embodies that which enlightens mine A center for expression of good beautiful and creative eternal and victorious...
God Box
I have a little nest a woven bed of God thoughts accompanied by the song of my heart prayers, releases requests for clarity clear guidance all within the fancy house a jeweled abode carved by the story of my life
New Prayer
today my prayers changed palpable incredibly believable awoke my sense of wonder my faith opened new vistas panoramas a new path
Humbled
Humbled She invited me into her heart, her home... the center of her life. There, the loveliness of her elder spirit, quite rooted in the Joy of her exuberant little girl, shown in quiet simplicity through every detail. Humbled, I am, by her...