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.
Candle
The candle over the heartburned for days, on and an,keeping the hopes alightextending the prayersthrough the long,dark nightthe flame steadyin the stillnessproviding stillnessamidst all the days activities
Cookie Jar
One never knewwhat would be foundin the cookie jaralways thereon the counteron a cold rainy daywhen the hearth was warmor a hot summer oneas we flew by******************************************Each and every dayis a delectible delightsoft and chewyor sweet and...
Spirit’s Sap
The branch so loftyand gnarledhuge and magnificentstill reaches lightlywith every tiny fingerletfor the inspirationof the skytoes buried deep and searchinggroundedness--------------------------------------May you be a conduittoday between above andbelow for Spirit's sap
Supplemental images
the wavering sparkleof intricate web wet with dewthe lazy flight of nitsand bugs in the warm lightcascades of shades of greencooling my experiencethe ooze of wet dirtbetween the planted toesThere is delight in the gardenwith the bonus of vegetables
Inchworm
While waitingfor his back feet to catch upinchworm contemplatedenjoying the momentsuch a zen life* * * * * * * * *There is an eternityin each and everymo * menta lifetimein the blink of an eye
Beacon of Truth
Abstractin several worldswith only a faceto portrayseven dimensional beingand stillat the pointof convergenceThe heartpowered by loveshinesa beacon of truthperceived or notbelieved or notthroughout allOne
rain washes
the rainwashesnourishesembracesticklespummelstraces the edgesready rivuletsdown my cheeks-----------------------------------------Life...may as well go for itimmerse in the miracle of itswim in the stuff of itdive in the thrill of itfloat with the flow of itWhat a...
Miss Sunshine
Grey and wet, dark and drippyan opportunity for umbrellasand other implementsStill, in her heart,she remains "Little Miss Sunshine"without pretenseor propsSuch is the blessingof grace
Integrity
Without a nodto either sideno word spokenor encouragementHe chose to listento the quiet voiceand stepped outin his own directionhis own man another dayawake by conscious choiceHe fell upon the task at handallowed his Spirit full voice
Flourish
Love is like geraniums --a profusion of beauty,color and distinct perfumeyet rather common in it's willingnessto flourish mostanywhere
Tree
"Leaf it to me," he cried,with outstretched branchesface aloft, eyes closedbraced for vigorous showers--------------------------------------------Greenrich, palpable, shimmeringdeep spring greeneverywherefeeds the eyesawakens the soulenergizes, heals
Turtle Speed
A turtle on the roadkind of sloooow -- edtrafficone car haltedto let her passothers followed suiteach step honoredelder wisdomOne moment at a timeit was never the sameafter that