How to make an ordinary day extraordinary, do something extraordinary!! The poet has taken very ordinary “things” and raised them to the extraordinary by writing them into a poem. I will now respect more my tea/coffee cup. I won’t mind climbing the stairs. In fact I can treat it as a prayer. When I reach

I don’t usually have lazy days. My time is limited, so I tend to make sure that I am very busy, often. However, I do have a “tricky toe” and today it decided to be a little painful, forcing me to sit down and put my feet up – Yes I have to be forced

Today is a miraculous day for mid-October. It’s 25C sunny what else can I say. It is summer. So I will add to this list of miracles – A country with warm Octobers Friends who read the same rare books you read Good news – whatever, from whomever, wherever Turkey soup Helpful children Music lessons

As I have said before, I walk pilgrimages in Spain. The symbol for the Camino of St. James is a scallop shell. Almost everyone you meet along the way has one affixed to their backpack. I never thought of it as a symbol for quiet even though I, like many others, walk in quiet contemplation.

Another poem from my new anthology. I’m not sure I actually lived this today but then I don’t live on a farm and they have milking machines now! However, I did think that the owl could be a metaphor for old age. You know “bats in the belfry” etc. Well he is white and a

I seem to be fascinated by prayer these days. Well I believe that’s all we have to fight the injustices of this world which seem to multiply before our eyes at the speed of light. Prayer that pause in the day’s complications that connects us to an uncomplicated world – a reflection perhaps of an

It’s October and time to bring in our stores for winter. I did this today. I bought yet another poetry book. Well this one is slightly different in that it has 366 poems – one for each day of the year plus one for leap years. I love it. I spent most of the day

I probably live this poem everyday because I taught high school English for 15 years. The experience, the lessons, the special students, the comrades in arms never leave me. I don’t play the violin but I do play the piano now that I have time for lessons and a teacher of my own. I’m not

I lived this poem today as an afterthought. Unlike Mary Oliver, I have to live in a logical world. I need to be grounded. My escape into the mystical world of hopes and dreams is through music and poetry. However, I study music as a cerebral exercise – music theory, conservatory exams etc. and I