“Somebody needs to take a walk
to get the kinks out.”
“I can’t,” he said, “it’s going to snow
“I can’t,” I said, “I have a meeting
in ten days.
“Who turned up the heat?” I ask.
He asks, “Why is the heat turned down?
Baskin, our snowball savvy cat
Strolls through the canyon littered with grievances.
She jumps on the cat tree perch and looks at us
“Get the leash.” I say to Baskin.
She and I meet at the front door
to get the kinks out
I'm a writer,
a lover of the arts,
and on occasion,
a pot stirrer.
The experience of being part of a holy moment is deepened when we prepare.
Repression breeds violence.
In the midst of all our plans, God shows up.
"Even children at play demonstrate who they really are."