The Limping Lizard

The lizard limps down the middle of the dirt road. I stop the car, climb out, herd him to the side. He only perseveres back to the center, with a three-legged limp, right front leg held high.   Heart screams, no, poor baby!   He should be lifted on all fours...

The Budding Self

If I could only see myself the way I see my garden…   In its fledgling flax and parched penstemon I see graceful limbs and bold blossoms opening to the desert sun.   In the microscopic thyme that barely survived the winter, I see a brave heart. Kneeling to...

Hear the Music

I concentrate to play each note right Pluck the base, strum the treble. Focus on the beat, one-two-three-four. Oh, but don’t forget the syncopation!   Then comes the arpeggio: Fingers move so fast they crash into each other!   And of course the words: I must...