Skeleton Key
Skeleton Key Pain makes me aware Of my bones waking, waiting For my flesh to rot.
Memory
The old man looks back Over all his failures and smiles At his ambition.
Observers
Observers A small brown cat and A small white cat watch me Waking up.
Thanksgivings
Thanksgivings I thank whatever gods may be for the dawn of each new day On our lovely, fragile Earh, For the infinite variety of her people, plants, and other creatures, For music of every glory, From birdsong through whale chanteys To human harmonies and the sounds of silence. I am grateful for the sun, the
Samhain
The dead are always alive in our minds. Listen to them carefully.
Harmonizing
Harmonizing The older we get, the more we should try to live in tune with ourselves.
Cat Sense
Cats are the world’s natural Zen masters: they practice do-nothing purrfectly.
Crook
There was a crooked man And he walked a crooked mile. He found a crooked sixpence Against a crooked stile. He bought a crooked cat Which caught a crooked mouse, And they all lived together In a little crooked house. – Traditional English rhyme
Crook
There was a crooked man And he walked a crooked mile. He found a crooked sixpence Against a crooked stile. He bought a crooked cat Which caught a crooked mouse. And they all lived together In a little crooked house. – Trad. English Nursery Rhyme
Drawing Down
I’m turning eighty-one in September, and it’s become clear that I have to give up some of the things that have brought me great pleasure over the years. I actually started my renunciations three years ago, when I quit smoking. As any ex-smoker will admit, even after you’ve endured the pangs of withdrawal and find