The Daily Napkin

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.

Daily Napkin for Thursday, Feb. 11, 2010

Once upon a time,at least a few minutes ago,there was a little boyeyes filled with wonderheart heavy as stoneincongruent, yet integrousalive but not awakeawake but not awareawake of aches long pastencouraged through loveand acceptanceto release his heavy load

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Daily Napkin for Wednesday, Feb. 10, 2010

Shout it out with great enthusiasmtap your foot with the rythmn of your songawaken your heart with Spirits promptingseek your soul in every placeand so with vervecrow cawed his greetingand with awesome powerhe emoted his beingand on and onthe others cawed backin...

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Peace

the delicate cherry blossomsdrifted downto the lotus pondeach one softly whisperingit's mantra of "Peace"on breezesever so faintHearts call outin sacred silencethrough the beaked lipsof joyous birds

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Daily Napkin for Thursday, February 4, 2010

In the crisp chillwe howled at the full moonempathizing with brother wolfclinging with toesto pebbles and sandand prickly forest elementsClosing eyes in the effortimmersed in the thrilland quickening spiritUntil with cloud,one-pointedness and voicedrifted away in...

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Daily Napkin for Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Settle in my bonesyou might saywithout compunctionor judgementor some silly self-descriptionNaked insideand comfortable with itable to leap small challengesin a single thoughtand discover that roadblocksare an invitationfor a spontaneous picnic

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Winds of Change

Little catepillarleaned hard againstthe winds of changebending even his freckle-hairsin the effortSuddenlythe wind changedshiftedand blew him over

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