Now What

Poetry, rather writing, has framed my life as long as I can remember. As a ten-year-old, I wandered around the neighborhood trying to “sell” my hand-scratched newspapers. Though I never kept a diary or journal regularly, I found myself turning to writing when I needed to figure out what I was thinking. Going through a…

When Doing Nothing Feels Right

I was talking to someone on the beach today. “I’m getting antsy,” she said. I paused a moment, thought, and realized I am perfectly comfortable, calm, and present. Our days here are slow and restful. We eat breakfast of oatmeal and fruit on our porch watching this gorgeous water, wander down to the beach with…