Author Archives: Francie

Pause. Clouds, wispy, whimsical, say “Take yourself lightly.” This is not a sign. Cumulus cauliflowers burgeon, gaudy proscenium for the sun’s high drama, but don’t call them beautiful. Just watch. Now a heavy layer the color of the underside of … Continued

Pause. In that first hardly noticed moment in which you wake, coming back to this life from the other more secret, moveable and frighteningly honest world where everything began, there is a small opening into the new day which closes … Continued

Pause. My work is loving the world. Here the sunflowers, there the hummingbird— equal seekers of sweetness. Here the quickening yeast; there the blue plums. Here the clam deep in the speckled sand. Are my boots old? Is my coat … Continued

Pause. Be a person here. Stand by the river, invoke the owls. Invoke winter, then spring. Let any season that wants to come here make its own call. After that sound goes away, wait. A slow bubble rises through the … Continued

Pause. Time is an enormous, long river, and I’m standing in it, just as you’re standing in it. My elders are the tributaries, and everything they thought and every struggle they went through and everything they gave their lives to, … Continued

Pause. Let the rain kiss you Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops Let the rain sing you a lullaby The rain makes still pools on the sidewalk The rain makes running pools in the gutter … Continued

Pause. I’ve known rivers: I’ve known rivers ancient as the world and older than the flow of human blood in human veins. My soul has grown deep like the rivers. I bathed in the Euphrates when dawns were young. I … Continued

Pause. I had my first taste of love tonight for the Essence that made rain-forests water, trees and time.   I had my first taste of love tonight for that Essence of unimaginable intelligence that sang stars and orbits and … Continued

Pause. I don’t know who God is exactly. But I’ll tell you this. I was sitting in the river named Clarion, on a water splashed stone and all afternoon I listened to the voices of the river talking. Whenever the … Continued