Shining

A reading from Natalie Goldberg's Writing Down the Bones. The two lives of a writer. We are the writers. Fireplace across the room.
Begin.

Dance, Flame! Shine!
Your fire is brighter this time.
Burnishing new images.
Protecting the peace of mind.
Past holidays have once more convened.
The hearth is the venue
Home-making the show.
The heat, comfort—
Sweet ambiance of kinship
Is the heart song uplifted.
Grandfather's cadence calls the clock
As the past reminds the present.
Grandmother's pie.
This is Love.
Reflection and glow.
Fulfilling. Abundant
As right satisfaction.
Rings true. Is love.
Is more than the writer's imagination.
More than the sleeper's dreaming.
All else doesn't matter.
Is Love. Shining.
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Relax in the Call

Most agree -- winter is too long in the north. And severe. If you can't go south, go here.

Relax in the Call

Waves flatten to careen 'cross seashore sand
Sun, breeze and gulls insist
This day is blest
Is peace
Is love
The call of Soul
Relax
It's getting close.

Yet there is still a foot and a half of snow in my yard and 5 degrees F as I write.