Tag Archives: poetry

Autumn Pampas Grass Magic

Posted on October 29, 2016 by Mary Strong-Spaid

Summer green has been replaced with Autumn’s sunlit leaves sparkling gold and red colors evoking visions of magic everywhere. Like the changing leaves at the end of October, Halloween celebrations give us the opportunity to boldly imagine and create new … Continue reading →

Posted in Music, Nature, Shamanism | Tagged autumn, Fall, halloween, leaves, magic, poetry | 41 Comments

Grasshopper Camouflage

Posted on July 22, 2016 by Mary Strong-Spaid

Standing motionless surrounded by old brown grass baking in the sun, how did you notice me and my perfect grasshopper summer camouflage? ~ms I saw the grasshopper from a distance, in spite of its clever camouflage, because its long legs … Continue reading →

Posted in Humor, Nature, Summer | Tagged Grasshoppers, Heat Wave, poetry, Texas, trees | 21 Comments

Dishpan and Buckets

Posted on July 18, 2015 by Mary Strong-Spaid

Underneath a tree little Buddha me sitting in a dishpan filled with water. Joy floats easily into an open mind. I laughed when the words “joy floats easily” fell out of my fingers and splashed onto the computer keyboard. Strangely … Continue reading →

Posted in Family, Memories, Photo Essay | Tagged buddhism, camping, children, Joy dishwashing, poetry | 47 Comments

Monk with Begging Bowl

Posted on March 19, 2014 by Mary Strong-Spaid

Zen Buddhism Begging bowl in hand, practicing non-attachment— the humble monk stands. ~ms

Posted in Buddhism, Haiku, Philosophy, photography | Tagged Japan, meditation, monks, poetry, Zen | 11 Comments

Cold Cat Winter

Posted on January 29, 2014 by Mary Strong-Spaid

6, 8, 10 degrees (Fahrenheit) at night, with freezing snow and ice— how will I survive? I gave away my blankets, my pillows and my bed, when blue eyes came begging without a word and said: “It’s a cold cat … Continue reading →

Posted in Animals, cats, Photo Essay, photography | Tagged Humor, Pets, poetry, sleep, Winter | 46 Comments

Sitting on Cat Chairs

Posted on September 1, 2013 by Mary Strong-Spaid

Sitting on cat chairs ’cause they all belong to me. You could have claimed one but it’s too late now, you see. After warming this blueness, don’t ask me to go. With my own claws and cat hair, I shaped … Continue reading →