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.
Soul Essence
The sweet, sweet aromapermeates everythingmanna for the soulEssence of heaven on earthreminder of the sublimeGrace of nature’s flourishIn any of God’s gardens--------------------------------------------The aroma soaks inthrough every poretickles the subtle...
Elder King
Held up by his crownof silver earned by yearsthe ethereal golden crown sits-----------------------------------------The double-crowned elder kingaccesses wisdom unfoundand unheeded in younger yearsHe wields power beyond brawnand physical...
Wild Abandon
Like Gypsiesthey dancedwith wild abandonSeeking nothingfinding joyoussweet expressionA doorwayto inner peace…
Spirit Fuel
The lizard clingsto the warm rockBasking in the loveand warmth of Sky FatherGathering speed to jet awaySpirit fuel is muchlike rocket fuel…
Elements
Central to the essenceof the One thingon the tip of the mindWas the fire and waterand other elements• • •No way around it(may as well walk through)It’s all a part of andconnected anyway
Beginner’s Mind
Coyote pupteaches usof beginner’s mindAlways trying new thingsand frequently fallingon his faceHe just gets back upand begins anew
Warm Sun
On the hillside, near the pondhe sat with furrowed browas he contemplated the travelof the ladybug across the grass-blade highwayThe sun was warm on her busy back…
Wings of Change
The affinity of angelslike a glue that holds togetherkeeps belief in loving miraclesafloat on wings of changeMay the blessings of the agessurround your presencelike a jeweled quilt of lightMay the courage and persistenceof the eagle dining in the roadsteel your stance...
Gold Lamé
The healed seams in his auraglistened like gold laméhis broken heart mendedThe story they told was oldof life with good wifeand other exterior propsThe truth shone throughfrom a deeper bond -his hard work and SpiritIn-filled joy is easy and bright…*There is a practice...
Creative Room
There, inside that spacethe size of a mustard seed-in your heart-resides a roomof your ownIt is full and running overwith a treasury of jewelssacred and profaneIt is a placefor you to create
Fragrant Moment
A flower blossomsbut onceyet the plant flowersmany timesEach momentis a new flowerTake good care of the plantwater it, nurture itand bask in Spirit's sweet aromablossoming each moment
Spring of Life
One tiny thoughtwatered and sunnednurtured and supportedCan become anythingyour heart desiresSo, just like a flowerthe many petals of my soulburst forth in beauty and graceIt is the Spring of life in this moment…