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Rest #2
Grass in the olive grove: One morning’s mowing, Striped green light. ~ Mary Ann BartonFiled under: Art, Music, and Creativity, Caregiver Resources Tagged: Jared Gulian, Mary Ann Barton, Moom over...
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Rest #4
Faith: this collar, that gaze lost in sleep. ~ Mary Ann Barton . . For more poems with images on the theme of rest: Rest Rest #2 Rest #3 Image: “Faith Asleep,” Harold Weston, 1923. Oil on canvas....
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What Matters More?
What matters more, the word or the image? What matters more, my life or this breath? Perhaps the heart beats in the mind as well as the chest. Perhaps this cat resting beside my heart feels soft to the...
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Christmas 2013
.Filed under: Activities for Elders, Art, Music, and Creativity, Happiness, Poetry, Spirituality and Religion, Visual Art and Posts with Illustrations Tagged: Christmas, Christmas tree, poetry,...
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Dear Readers, I’m Writing a Book Called Rest
January 1, 2014 Dear Readers, I love writing the Joyous Paradox blog for you. Tonight, I’m so grateful to be sitting at the big mahogany desk in our little office off the kitchen, drinking ginger tea...
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The Trifecta of Happiness
Filed under: Companion Animals, Food, Poetry, Writing Tagged: Cats, cooking, Family, Happiness, holiday, poetry, winter
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Today Love Asks Questions
Editor’s note: My husband and I are celebrating Valentine’s Day, so I wrote a prose poem, “Today Love Asks Questions.” The painting that inspired the poem is Koekkentrappestor (Kitchen Stairs) by the...
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A New Poem: Grandmother Cellist
Grandmother Cellist For Joan Esch Grandmother cellist, play tonight your deepest, most foundational sound, your wrist drawing arcs with the bow, your fingers endearing themselves to the strings,...
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Movement Modalities: Nia Dance Poem
Nia Dance Poem With thanks to Karen, Maria, and Robyn These first rare steps on the enchanted floor: soft as sand dunes beneath your bare feet. Words, dear words, bubbles of music: humming sitar,...
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