Two New Holiday Traditions (December, 2022)
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Two new holiday traditions I’m enjoying this December—Christmas books and finding ways to honor advent.
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Writing Prompt: Repeating Line Poem
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A simple poetry prompt that explores the power of repetition.
Read MoreOctober Recommendations
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I thought it might be fun to start a new monthly series where I share a few favorite things/recommendations! This seems to be a common element of many of the podcasts I’m enjoying lately, and I always get great ideas when these hosts share their recommendations. So, dear reader, whoever you are, here’s what I’ve been enjoying and exploring this month of October:
Read MoreOn Gratitude (a poem).
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Things I am grateful for:
The green screen of leaves
on the weeping birch.
The napping baby.
The purple ink
on the blank page.
The tea that is forthcoming.
The shower of pink blossoms
snow in May.
Pink blossoms inside, too,
in the vase your aunt made
from brown clay
many years ago.
How do these things find their way
to you?
The home with the ancient trees
that only belong to themselves.
The kettle full of clean water.
The sleeping child who asks you
daily
to have only humility
and gratitude.
Read MoreYour Lane.
/When I moved home after 10 years away
I found solace at a school.
Not inside a classroom
like the one whose walls I had once called mine
but outside under the sky.
An asphalt track
welcomed my feet.
Under heat, turning brown.
Under clouds, turning cold.
Under snow
Under rain
And one perfect Wednesday evening,
under a sunset so pure,
it could only be God saying, Welcome.
I was not alone.
As I walked in my lane, I watched a young man
kicking field goals.
One perfect arc after another.
He was in his prime, perhaps.
And perhaps life might not ever be
as perfect as it was this cold, clear evening
ever again.
Would he remember?
I would.
When doubt came knocking
when life was simply boxing in the dark
no target
there would remain
a track
nine lanes
a perfect arc
and someone’s voice saying
Welcome.
Thanks for reading.
-Beth