meanderings in the pacific northwest

sometimes the morning

sometimes the morning
ambles slowly
directionless
crow caws in the east
signaling good monday morning
morning traffic building in the north

dreamt of annacortes

dreamt of annacortes,
a seaside town north of here
we were gazing at crystals
on the shelf--some smooth ones
and others roughly hewn
carnelian, resembling orange
roughy; picking, lifting up, choosing;
our life would be so much more
seamless, so smooth--
if we did less picking & choosing;


every decision to walk the berried path

every decision to walk the berried path
during a sun-filled afternoon
to lay our tired bones down
at four pm, and catch a dream
from cotton trees, just outside
the window--to choose to make
some adzuki soup from veggies
bought the same day from a farmer
at the farmers market--literally falling
into our baskets--makes for peaceful
living---breathing in the open basket weave
setting the stage for more soulful meetings
with eyes open, fully knowing:

the risk to be right here- healing

the risk to be
right here-healing
has changed our own auric fields
spilling into the wide open apple
fields- stretched out and rolling
to the grand and peaceful pacific
brightening each frond of grass,
from green to yellowed--each apple
leaf, from yellow green- to scarlet rouge

Kate Lamberg
9/24/12