Feeding seagulls and feasting our eyes on pastel sunsets in late December light is soul-nourishing.

The moon’s magic and reassuring presence, explored in haiku, along with a repost of an earlier birthday haiku about a full moon.

Sometimes the smallest pauses bring the biggest joy. A simple fruit salad with hot honey, a glass of sparkling rosé, and an evening of test kitchen fun became a moment of connection and gratitude at the Tree House.

A story of a hat and a shared sense of identity borne of innocent and playful times spent with friends while growing up at the beach.

Used bookstores provide tangible and tactile links to the past along with a sense of community and connection.

Seagulls’ simplicity and single-mindedness lays bare the basic necessities of their lives, their groundhog day existence: eat, mingle, survive, forage, fly together, chase shrimp boats, sleep, make raucous noises—and repeat.

Random word sets are the basis for not-so-random haiku; find your own meaning in the wise crow and the wiser Dad.

The labyrinth experience is about getting to the center while carrying your burdens, reflecting and praying, and then purposefully letting go. That’s what I did.

The cleanup begins, with the growls of chain saws joining the incessant blaring of 100-decibel generator engines in a post-hurricane duet that anyone in the hurricane belt will sadly recognize as the sounds of summer.

Our beloved Japanese maple is gone, but remembered, along the lines of the Japanese phrase “mono no aware”, and a lovely poem from another poet inspired this post.

February has been a circle of life month, punctuated by the rejuvenation of the yard with spring’s early onset, birthdays at both ends of the spectrum, and the end of a life journey.

The sky in Bay St. Louis is luminous, intoxicating, and just can’t take a bad photo, so I wrote a haiku to honor it.

A haibun about haibun and fall colors, in response to a prompt from D’Verse Poets’ Pub.

A prompt from dVerse Poet’s Pub about bridges results in a heartfelt love haiku about forever.

London by Night has always been one of my favorite Frank Sinatra tunes, because it perfectly captures a reverence for London after dark that it’s almost impossible not to feel when you’re there.

In winter, leafless trees frame the landscape or cityscape, delicate and lacy while at the same time sturdy and lasting.

A fiery sunset beats a fireworks display any day.

Only a few words, in haiku (but not 5-7-5).

Walking is like a photosynthesis activity for us, an absorption of what’s out there to help us grow and stay healthy within, and also a process of shedding mental toxins.

Musings about why we appreciate sunsets, a recipe for a refreshing Chambord and rosé cocktail, and a haiku.