MaryAb

Thick clouds, offering no rain, press down on me – day after day – closing over my mind and heart. Awareness of continuous calamities, created...

With what is happening in this world I can feel very close to shutting down.  But sudden communications from the environment like this frilly pink...

Sometimes it takes another artist – a poet or a painter – to reconnect me with that intense soulfulness that nature can evoke in my...

All Staying is Temporary   I long to linger with the familiar, to lean on some sense of solid support knowing it is temporary. My...

Walking along the beach at my age is not necessarily safe, as I discovered recently on a boulder-strewn beach near Charmouth, Dorset. I took a...

In the days following writing about my granddaughter’s wonder, an image came back to me with some insistence – a memory from over 14 years...

Six months into this world, her eyes widen and fix on the sight of heavy rain falling in front of her.  What is this?  No...

  I have recently been reflecting on and writing about my experiences during the pandemic – ways in which it pushed me to a sense...

The Chair – a teaching on Emptiness (thank you, Prapto)   The chair is not one. The chair is many parts. The parts are made...

Sparrows gather in the roses, companionable and comfortable among thorns and perfume petals.   A longhorn beetle sensitively explores with antenna, legs, and mouth parts,...