The Day is Young

The sun warms the side of my face
A tickle of a breeze sweeps through
A mug of warm coffee to my left
A glass of water to my right
Sitting in ease as the traffic zooms by

A Winter Walk

A wall of large rocks
Topped with skinny bare trees
That are reflected in the still green water
As if pointing to something deeper below

Keeping it Real

Tired right eye
Tight jaw
The sting of frustration
Opportunities for practice abound

Savasana

The cello does a gorgeous dance
While my eyes rest in darkness
I feel the breath as it flows in and out
And my lower back releases at last

Today's small stone

The whoosh of coffee and cream down my throat
Air coming in my nose
Watching the wind strike up a tune across the sun-filled trees
Through the smudged glass window

First small stone

New Year tree
Leaning over
Limbs toward the chalky white stones, like an ear to the
Mother of all roots
The two-toned bark, revealing some shedding
And some remains
Such strength in this dry landscape of Winter
Such grace and confidence in
This natural order

2012, You Are Welcome Here