A Poem: A Periwinkle Dragonfly Sat Upon My Knee


Well, hello there Miss Periwinkle Dragonfly upon my knee. Are you here to see me?

I indeed am, she said.

What is it you wish to speak to me about? I asked.

I noticed as I flew overhead a moment ago that you are reading, The True Secret of Writing by Natalie Goldberg.

Ah yes. I see you are a very smart dragonfly who can read.

Yes, being periwinkle gives me this magic power that other colored dragonflies do not have.

You are lucky as ones world expands in unimaginable ways being able to read.

Indeed. But you see, we all have magic power within us.

There is no secret, really. No secret to being creative, or flying, or being who you are.

Yes, I realize that Miss Periwinkle Dragonfly. But being human, I need to be reminded quite often, I said.

And precisely why I landed upon your knee, she said.

To share with you my magical periwinkle wisdom that the secret really is just allowing your heart to follow what matters most to you…and just doing it…every chance you get.

That’s it, really. No secret.

Ah, yes, you are wise indeed, just like Natalie Goldberg who shares the same wisdom.

Thank you for landing upon my knee as confirmation for me that following ones heart is really the only way to fly…and write…and create…and live.

This is my job being a periwinkle dragonfly – to spread the magic of listening to ones heart. I’m glad I could be of service.

Thank you Miss Periwinkle Dragonfly. I will carry your magical wisdom in my heart.

Inspired by a periwinkle dragonfly who really did land upon my knee as I was reading Natalie Goldberg’s book right outside my writing cottage today. If only I’d have had my camera nearby!

Message from Sparrow – Hang On.

Message from Sparrow - Hang on.

Oh spring, where have you gone?

Hey, little sparrow, do you know where spring is?

Spring is always in your heart dear one.

You must continue through your day as if….

As if it is here. It never left. This is what spring is.

A tease of what can be and what will be.

Live in the warm abundance of faith that spring is already here.

Continue to prepare for new things to come so you can wrap your arms around her with the deepest of gratefulness when she peeks in again.

Each day that unfolds brings us closer to all the glories she will bestow upon us if we are patient enough.

There is magic in waiting for that anticipation.

It is also called hope.

Spring loves hope. It is what spring is.

Magical hope that spring never fails to grace us with the sweet smells of fresh earth awakening, tender roots reaching for the sky, and a sun that takes delight in warming every living being.

Hang on, dear one. Don’t lose faith. Spring is already here.

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A Poem: Our Bench of Memories

the bench

This bench outside our olive green cottage home,

held none, then one,

to two, then three.


Within its wooden slats,

wrought iron arms and back,

echoes of laughter still ring,

tears also shed, but washed away and absorbed into the earth below,

moments of life’s contemplation’s worked through,

problems dissolved away,

a channel of love opened,

and hearts expanded.


Many a sunrise caught,

sitting upon this bench.

The light of a fresh day filtering through the trees observed in a new way,

the warmth of the sun kissed our skin,

and the many full moons left us in awe with the promise of a new day.


From three, then two,

to one, and now none,

our bench now rests in the season of stillness.


The landscape before it bare, while a hush of quiet falls all around it.

The full moon still making an appearance during crisp nights,

blanketing our bench with memories still warm in our hearts,

and the promise of hope of new beginnings,

in the next season of our lives.