Most every work day for more than 9 years now, Dena has written a love note, poem or other thought, on a napkin - and tucked it in Marshal's lunch - a ritual of the heart. At the beginning of 2009 Marshal started typing them up. Now, it has become our practice to share the Daily Napkin with you, OUR ritual of the heart. May you enjoy them. May they feed your spirit.

Saturday, April 19, 2014

Tree Freeway

That same hidden branch there
That in the winter shown
Seemed not to fit, to be askew

Traversing space where
No other branches see fit to

It is the freeway ramp
The well-used connector
From all directions
For little squirrel

Who sat contemplating
In the sunlight
For a warm moment this morning….

Before zooming
down the on ramp
Once more

Thursday, April 17, 2014

Simplicity

Simplicity…
We can ask for simplicity

All of our needs
And wants met
In a clear, simple way

As we dance
among the stars
Waving our arms
in exultant celebration

Ever hopeful, ever full
Of love and joy

Wednesday, April 16, 2014

In All Seriousness

Back in the routine
Of day to day today
As the waters rise
And the bottom falls out

And all the little fairies
And angels tap dance
On the head of a pin

And here I am
Again and again
Laughing to myself

At my self
And my silly seriousness

Monday, April 14, 2014

Bright Dream

The real thing
The truth shining through
Is obvious to the center
Where gut feelings are born

That clear truth
That speaks of everything
So apparent in anything
Shines light on the darkest corner

This bright dream
That wakes upon its dreaming
A beacon of hope’s veracity
Permeates each conscious hour

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Note from Dena -  Ever since my mom passed away, in early March, I have been experiencing a catharsis through grief, which also interrupted the publishing of the Daily Napkin. I believe the mending of the  fabric of my life adds richness and depth to my creative expression, even though the process causes lapses in my daily practices. 


Wednesday, April 9, 2014

Marched Away Through April

March your conviction
borne of the heart

Into the garden
of joy and peace

There it blooms...

• • •

I am the seed
of peace in my life

As I send peace
out to the world