Majestic View

I live on the east side of Denver

where brown plains meet city

the mountains fill the distant western sky

today we went to the west side

the rolling valley green and lush, the dark foothills just beyond

cottonwoods lifted their giant arms and rushes lined the creekbed

birds sang and farmhouses built long ago still linger

I wish I could live on the west side

 

 

 

The Organist

Every Sunday at the end of service

the pipes resound in fugues, concertos, tocattas

her hands and feet run in crescendos

notes deep and rich ringing off the stone walls

running over our heads and resounding in our souls

I feel a deep kinship

as I gaze in the choir loft

at the organist who for decades has played tres magnifque

her slight stature

her feminity

her gray hair

at odds with the powerful runs that echo and reverberate through this sacred space

I feel so humbled

to be in the presence of her powerful talent

given to us and to God

 

Body, soul and mind

At the gym today

thinking what lifting has done for me

it has taught me to hold my own

in a room full of testosterone

it takes me to a quiet head space

my mind so quiet while my body aches

it has made me able to walk naked

unashamed

though my curves are not slim

they are strong

there is a balance and strength

I find

investing in

body, soul and mind

Spring in Denver

the air has lost it’s edge of cold

but it’s still not time for Birkenstocks

the trees have tiny buds but the grass is still straw

spring skiing with slushy snow and my suburned faced kids

a hike at Red Rocks without a jacket

Marius the rabbit takes to staying out all night

Smudge the cat is pouncing around like a kitten

a spring snowstorm coming in this week

dreaming

I am always dreaming

of a place

with a lovely home with porches all around

it’s green and there are trees that drape down to touch the ground

somewhere close by water and sunlight bounces cheerily on it’s surface

there is a chair outside that I read and write from

inside a piano with a view

so that when I play I can see outside and my music will float out of the open windows

 

Today

today a walk with my man

and a talk with my man

easy banter and his hand

in the warm spring sun that feels

as if winter could be over

a far away chat with my oldest daughter

whose first car

took her home to a life she is starting

dreaming with my son of new horizons just beyond the doors of our home

my youngest tanned from her escape to Florida for spring break with her friend

my dear father in law in our kitchen

today after our walk his son went with him to his pet scan

I see faithful, loyal, kind and compassion in the way he stands with his Father through this life

I called my Father today and feel compassion for him as he has paid a dear price for his sins

this is today

in my world

 

 

 

Esto quod es

embrace the quirky

parts of yourself

that differ

your long view of the landscape

the thing that makes you draw the deeper breath

be who you are

don’t give in to fitting in

dare to have a voice even when it doesn’t blend

let the colors inside spill onto the world

find the courage to still the inner voices that say you can’t

trust yourself

be who you are