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.
Irridescent Manna
It becomes apparent as I flail along That the path is clear and marked with crumbs of irridescent manna Funny how I chose to wade through sticker bushes, instead all those years
Astute Toot
“Most astute!” I heard him toot about something I’d said “How could that be?” occurred to me in the ethers of my head Not so quiet thoughts did riot just demanding to be fed
Awakened Samskara
When Samskara woke she discovered all illness had faded away The clarity of gratitude engulfed all sadness And shimmered it away to sparkled shadows
Shores of Consciousness
A rising tide of awareness has engulfed the shores of our consciousness Awakening whetting our appetite for world peace and love and joyousness
Clouds
There on a bed of pine needles we would gaze at the clouds Ants crawling over bare toes and dusty jean pockets full of found treasures “Look! Do you see the elephant?” “You mean the one dancing on the big castle?” We...
Engaged
Singular singer singing songs of life And breath and depth and beauty Fully engaged in his art his craft and his passion
Dance of Life
They all got up and danced as if joy burst forth A spontaneous emission in a silly choreography on an elaborate movie set Still my heart leapt up with laughter’s response And my love for life and you was renewed in the sharing...
Beginning a New Day
On a late summer’s morn nights crisp still clinging soft like netting Lazy birds whisper thoughts murmuring phrases know and unknown You standing there hands on hips And intent written with chisels on a face of stone Bare toes...
Never Ending Spiral
One timethere is completionThe circle turnsin a never-ending spiralComplete in every momentand never doneAlways...
New Crop
Inspired creative thoughtsplanted in the rich soilof his mindGrew exponentiallyto the length of timeit had remained fallowA whole new cropa new gardenburst into bloom...
Heart’s Atmosphere
Sensing the subtle changes in the atmosphere of her heart He waxed on in verdant phrases exuding from his own Fusion implicated Yet, an explosion of creativity ensued
Peacocks Call
Cosmic Teal has such an appeal in the ethers of her sight Peacocks call a sound so tall And protects from treetops late at night