Sorrow, deep sorrow

in every sinew

Through the news updates on BP’s month-long attempts and failure to stop the mile deep oil well from flooding the ocean with crude south of the United States, I am reminded of a school lesson taught to me half a century ago warning of the need to develop alternative energy sources using wind, solar and geothermal technologies.

If resources had been allocated 50 years ago, would we now be facing this monumental environmental disaster? I think not. Tears well up in me at the sight of oil soaked pelicans and word of the deaths of dolphins and other sea life, and there is the heavy feeling in my chest while holding my breath bracing for information that has yet to be revealed.

We, the world inhabitants in the developed world, have fallen far short of being good stewards of this earth with its delicate ecosystem. We must do better. We must.


As a rose opens

Long stemmed rose

A rose in bloom


 it draws,

 then reflects light

Given a long stemmed red rose Sunday I placed it in a vase on the stove. Each morning when I pour a cup of coffee my friend the rose greets me. So thirsty when first placed in water, one petal that drooped returned to hug the bud.

Throughout each day I have watched how the rose changes. Yesterday morning it was beginning to open and did so fully by evening. Glancing now at the rose which is rich and full, I am reminded of how fleeting and precious life is.

In my youth there was no time, or so I thought, to relax, open and be. Then I read Barry Stevens’ Don’t Push the River and others. Living in the present happened as flashes of light like a frog jumping from one lily pad to the next. Each landing brought a glimmer, another realization.

Only now do I savor each moment, each breath, all the joy, all the challenges and the mystery unfolding before me like the rose.