He scooped up a few gentle creatures and stowed them in shoeboxes below. The typhoon raged, battering most birds to death against the ship. When the seas calmed, Dad slipped below and gathered the shoeboxes. Then he ran topside, releasing the birds to soar. Life, after all, in the madness of death.
Tag: Georgia
Mom’s Gift: Taking a Nature Pause in Early Morning
In recent years, I relearned a lesson from my mother: there’s beauty in common scenes unfolding before you if you stop to see them. When I lived in Atlanta, walking along the Chattahoochee River offered this daily gift and the chance to turn passing moments into poetry.
Equinox Reflection: Bench Prayer
As life renews itself, the Earth’s axis lines up, with the southern and northern hemispheres catching an equal amount of sunlight. May we find restoration in seeking balance.
Too many cooks in the kitchen? Holiday crunch makes room for love
Do too many cooks spoil the sauce? Not in my family. Competitive chefs added their own flavors to oyster stew, breakfast casserole, cornbread dressing, and giblet gravy.
How I found poetry through my parents’ connection to nature
My parents handed me the beauty of poetry at an early age—from ballads to literary classics—and opened my senses to nature with sojourns to the country and botanical gardens. Writing memories into reflections, and later into poetry, allowed me to embrace the therapeutic value of creative expression.