Water

•November 12, 2016 • Leave a Comment

Catching on limestone

Seething deeper to the core

Still drought reigns above

Essay Contest

•June 6, 2016 • Leave a Comment

I’m the editor of a blog, and we’re running our first writing contest ever. Check it out, and pass it on.

Thanks!

Michelle

The Art of Love is Good Business Blog is running a writing contest—LOVE: A Better Way to Work with People Essay Contest. No fees of any kind to enter and win. The blog is looking for personal essays up to 750 words that share a true story about how Love and Compassion helped solve a work or business problem. First Prize: $100, Second Prize $75, and Third Prize $50. Deadline for submissions is July 30, 2016. Please check Contest Rules at The Art of Love is Good Business.

Light Music

•June 2, 2016 • Leave a Comment

Fractured light plays on the water

Mosaic bits of my soul

 

Echo the rippling pattern

Oscillating metronome

 

Measuring joys and sorrows

Beats out the song of my life

 

Lapping at your shore

My “About Me” Page

•August 22, 2015 • Leave a Comment

You probably don’t know this: but I really like horses. Yeah, I know, there aren’t any images of horses on my blog.

But when I thought about creating this About Me page a metaphor came to me: my musings are like horses. Thoughts appear like an atmospheric ripple in the distance, and as I draw closer I see manes and tails flowing like the ribbons in rhythmic gymnastics; I hear hoof beats dancing on the turf; and the aromas of horse sweat and grass tickle my nose.

And, too, horses have always been a part of my life.

My family tree was saved by a horse. When my grandfather’s mother died in a cold North Dakota winter, my grandfather was only an infant. He couldn’t drink human milk, cow’s milk, sheep’s milk, or goat’s milk, and was dying. So his desperate father went out to look for a nursing mare. He found an angry buckskin with foal in tow and suffered many a bruise milking that horse.

While other girls played with dolls, I had horse figurines – painted with shoe polish into appaloosas and pintos; broken legs repaired with sticks and rubber bands so they could still run; herds spread out on the living room carpet racing to the safety of a grassy valley.

I was bullied constantly by the cool kids. On the school bus they chanted, “Michelle, you’re such a dog, Woof – Woof”, over and over. Until finally I snapped and screamed:

I’m not a dog. I’m a horse!

The words just blazed out of my mouth before I even thought them.

There was no way a military family could have a horse because of the expense and the constant moving. (I attended over 20 schools before I graduated from High School.) But my birthday and Christmas presents were usually horse related: riding lessons at the base stables, or a gift card for Saturday morning trail rides. My family gave me subscriptions to Horse and Rider, and Western Horseman. I read every book in the library about horses, fiction and non-fiction. Highlights on the list: Misty of Chincoteaque, And Miles to Go, King of the Wind, Sea Biscuit, Black Beauty, and the Black Stallion.

I expanded my published works list by writing for Equine Images (Horses and Art), and Houston Horse and Hound (Horses and Sport). Some of my favorite pieces for the Houston Chronicle This Week were about horses.

Even now, when I drive through the open expanses of the West, I like to imagine riding the range on a sure footed steed.

And, so, we come back to the starting gate, to the metaphor about my musings: they are like horses, the constant companions throughout my life, well-known and well-loved.

In some ways, it seems almost cruel to rope, bridle and saddle these ethereal and untamed thoughts with wordy images. But then I realized that this process gives me a way to share some of what I have found on the path I have ridden.

And then you, dear reader, can ride the musings, if you wish, down your own paths.

Thank You!

•August 3, 2015 • Leave a Comment

I want to thank everyone who has followed my blog, and liked my poetry. I started this blog as an easy way to keep my musings in one place. When my thoughts and emotions roil and won’t rest, the simple act of writing them down let’s them find peace. I never expected these melodies would resonate with others. And the fact that they do has helped me feel more connected with the world. So, again, Thank You!

Daily Blessings

•July 28, 2015 • 1 Comment

One night. . .

I nearly stumbled on the stars at my feet

A rising tide of heady scent from the jasmine petals

Bright as new born suns on the milky path

Their magic blazing in the night

My head reeled.

One day. . .

I looked up and wondered

How can the ocean be in the clouds?

Gray curtains

Lifting foamy white tops

Frozen in mid-curl by the cold stratosphere

The wind holds my breath

While I contemplate the quiet crash of this cloudy surf.

These are everyday blessings.

May I be awake to them

Always.

Feathery Saga

•September 25, 2014 • 2 Comments

The feather slid out
Of the goose’s wing
Unexpected and yet
Smoothly like a
Book’s page loosed from its binding
See-sawing in the air currents
Fluttering to the ground

What stories are writ here?

Love soaring
In flights high and low
Over streets and streams
Skimming green grasses
And trembling waters

Love making
After the search
Long and slow
For each other
A new chapter

Love hatching
As balls of golden down
Cheeping softly
Music to the mated pair
And the sequel

What story is writ here?

Life