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.
Praise Song
The sweet, sweet smellnarcissus headyjoyous spirit readyto fully aloft we swellVoices joined soaringfull bodied roaringwhere one true voice dwellsand there in the makingsinging in the choir praisingring out the soundof love like a bell
Deer Blessing
On a foggy nightin city graysadness poking at the flameof hope in my heartAloneness wrapped aboutshoulders like a heavy cloakheadlights discoveredfour-legged figuresmilling aboutin my drivewaythey would not move,so I eased in amongst themDeer blessing (until they...
Friend Song
They were buddiestravelin' through lifeside by sidesinging and dancingwith sadness and gladnessanger and joy...------------------------------------------------Even on a foggy morningwhen the crows and jayspursed their beaks in silenthonor of the moist...
Every Child
"You can't always hit it out of the ballpark", he said."Yes", she replied, "And...A mother loves eachand every childwith all her heart."Each new effortevery creationsparked by the Museexpanded from the ethersa new childlovingly brought forthPerhaps each delicate...
Monkey Mind
He satand his thoughts whizzed bymonkeys chittered and chattereddancing in his headHe satand the world whizzed bystrife and troubles yelled and pokedwhirling in his headHe satand his dreams floated bypromise and hope ticklesoothing insteadHe satand he settled in...
Window to Her World
Like invisible cellophanethe window to her worldwould flex and movewith her every movement,yet restricted andkept her fromthe full experience...Until the dayshe closed her eyesand stepped outsideAh!She awoke to brilliance that day...
Mid-winter Dream
Emerging from the caveand the darkness richwhere visions are spawnedMomma bear gave a gruntfrom deep insideher growling tummy..."What did I lose? Where did it go?",she asked the ethersin a bearish way, sniffingthe air, the dead plant,the frozen ground...then lumbered...
Where no birds sang
On the rock,where no birds sangand soft breezesdared not blowwith tears of joy and blessing,bones warmed by the sunfeet dangled over the precipiceThere (and only there)life peeked out verdantwith sticker bushesand hope bloomingfor seeking glances
Bathing in Light
Bathing in the light,soaking in the brilliance,the rich depths of meare flooded with awarenesslayers upon layersyears of experienceimmersed in joyous remembrancewarmed by light's caressConsciousness luxurioussubtle and deep
This Planet
The sky's no limitto what we can experienceOut beyond ideas of correctand liesthere is a planetLet's dance therelike wild children
Moths
The candle burns it's little light bright in the velvety darknessThe moth is attractedit's conflagrationa phsst!in the symphony of the nightWe are each the candleWe are one with the mothWhat silly winged thing is waiting in usto burn away in our own brightness?
Definitions
Fair Play: a ride on the carousel.Rocket Science: something that requires study.Love: everything.--------It's not rocket science - I love playing with youon the carousel of life.