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.
New Patterns
Flapping in the windher web is flappingThat human didn't noticein her unconsciousnessAnd destroyeda full days workHmm, spider wonders,could I create a differentpattern this time....?
Avenue of Dreams
Sun spackled wallsaround the heart Paint faded and crackedsolid on the alleywaywhere the shadows dwell All light windows and doorson the street and park sideon the avenue of hopes and dreams..........................................................The little...
Shenanigans
Shenanigans begin againover and over like old nasty habits Only this is fun and goodand serves the highest purpose Hey hey, ho hothe hokey pokey habitgonna' turn myself around Daily asanasdiscipline for happinessconsistent routine for health I put...
Integrated
IntegrationBody, mind, and soul IntegrationHow I wish to be made whole IntegrationAs I'm centered in the truth IntegrationSeeking the highest good.........................................Shadow and gold, black and whiteMasculine and Feminine Happy...
Part of
I must remember'midst the gnashing and fearin the shadows of this world that it is all love flexinglight waves dancingpresenting a gift of life as I amimmersed in It a part, a teeny tinyinfinitesimal part of All Oh! The joy in that!
Truth Expressed
Sally forth! or is that sully fourth?or perhaps silly mirth?or, in my case, girly worth? It really matters not which words are usedto describe our doing (let alone our being)What does matter is the actual state of the truth, as it is expressedin this...
Rising Up
Awakened by loud noiseswhile contemplating the puzzle A labyrinth of complicationsinvented by the mindas it connects the various chambersunderstandings and apparent facts.............................................................. Let me rise up, rise up...
Bouncy
Bouncy, bouncythe baby jumped and jumpedup and down, bobbing and dancing Squeaky spring loaded actionhanging from the doorway Bouncy, bouncy, squeakgiggle, giggle, squeak Quiet for a momentthen a flurry of more...
Dark Beauty
On wiles and impressivityconsider the tomato-----------------------------from a dark and deadly familyevolved beauty fragrant and lovely Could this be enlightenment?Strength and vibrancein plump and youthful countenancecelebrating life with all it's...
Beloved
Frumbly mumblymired in muddling thoughts Or twinkly winklyuplifted and light The fact is you're lovedthe same huggly snuggly Nurtured and belovednight, day, light, dark, high, low Ain't that grand?(Yeah, I think so, too!)
Carnation
the carnation is considereda more plebian flower far less expensivethan the rose yet, it exudes an odormost sweet and delightfuland intricately garbed incolors bright and beautiful sometimes, a carnationwill more than suffice
Plains of Love
In the company of horseswe can ride the plains of loveSeeking the one enthralling vistawhere misted mountainshug chilled and pristine lakesOr on mundane Mondayswe can ride the dusty trailpast the old abandoned well....................................................On...