https://videopress.com/v/ibBJste1?resizeToParent=true&cover=true&preloadContent=metadata Poet, Mary Oliver Mary Oliver wrote so many beautiful poems, selecting only one for a Saturday recitation was no easy task. I am most familiar with her poem, "The Journey," however, I enjoy the experience and challenge of learning a new poem a few days before a blog post. My recitation selection, "Last Night …
Continue reading Last Night the Rain Spoke to Me (poetry recitation)
Thank you for sharing your gifts and showing up in the way that you do – as uniquely you! From my kitchen and with a grateful heart, to you and yours, I offer warm regards. 💗 Michele Lee image: my almond mocha cake (before I ate a slice) 😋
We kept watching the mesmerizing sky. Millions of emerald slivers were suspended above us, spinning and swirling. He and I, each dreaming our own private dreams. I thought about how I would never forget this moment and how it might be the highlight of my time in Alaska. I was happy to be here, …
Continue reading A sky painted the colors of love (flash fiction)
Toward him my heart turned when I heard his words, “With your hand in mine, we can walk through any space and time and leave behind this crawl space with its narrow mind we can’t deny what we’ve been searching for, for all our lives yes, you and I, with love wings we can fly…” …
Continue reading Passion in the Park (poem, photos, & live music)
A mere mention of you makes some shiver, shudder, and shake. Ssssssssssnnnnaaaaaaaake is your common name, yet you’ve been called many other things. A hisssssss, real or imaginary, can cause skin to crawl and feet to sprint as you slide serpentine over gravel low and through trees tall. Slithering into nightmares and phobias – a …
Because I could not stop for Death – He kindly stopped for me – The Carriage held but just Ourselves – And Immortality. We slowly drove – He knew no haste And I had put away My labor and my leisure too, For His Civility – We passed the School, where Children strove At Recess …
There are many roads we might travel during a lifetime. Some roads are scenic and slow, some are bumpy and pocked with jarring holes, some become so routine a mind can travel elsewhere while autopilot steers us there, some leave us temporarily stuck, cursing at other drivers and our bad luck, some are lined with …
Sometimes I need to step away from my laptop and dance. Don't we all? 😉 Moving to music is good for the mind, body, and soul. 🎶 One of the themes of the Independence Day holiday is freedom; dancing offers me that experience and feeling. I invite you to join me, the Spoon Lady (Abby), …
Oh, the lessons I could tell and the wisdom I could channel as I approach another birthday, making me all the wiser. Wisdom earned, not through deep regrets or extended bouts of brokenness, but mostly through persistence, purposeful direction, and a healthy dose of Divine intervention. Plenty of blood, sweat, and tears too. I could …
The old man with a rod in his hand, listening to Creedence Clearwater Revival, watched her walk by. Someone to fill his eyes and his time. Nowhere to go. Nowhere to be. Living an afternoon dream. A life his own. No one, but himself, to please. He’s not lonely. He can talk to the fish …
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