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.

Thursday, February 26, 2015

Soul Food

Once through the knothole
the Sun shines brighter
the bird song is sweeter

The grass is greener
in my own yard
and all around

Like squirrel munching
on the fading magnolia blossoms
I’m dining on the soul food

The blossoms of my own new history
soaking up renewed light
awakened in the joyous heart

Friday, February 20, 2015

Deep Peace

There is an eternity in every moment

Throughout the day, take a moment
for prayer and reflection

There is unending peace there...

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Deep peace rains
its misty blanket
upon my craziness

Each time
I check in with Spirit

Thursday, February 19, 2015

Dancing Breezes

With birdlike beak, he sniffed the air
flapped his arms and stretched
then fluttered off to the next thought
which was very similar to the last
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In a nest of pregnant stillness
where feathered thoughts circled
enough peaceful song arose
to keep him centered and content
• • •
On breezes still or dancing
his spirit soared in noisy silence
in anticipation of yet another day

Wednesday, February 18, 2015

A Jar

The door is ajar
unlocked by willingness
• • •
I am a jar
ready and willing
a vessel of light

Expectant and empty
while filled to overflowing
with joy – the stuff of Love
• • •
Pushing softly with whispers
intrepid faith through fear
I open the door to greet the light

Friday, February 13, 2015

Digital Tribe

Digital connection
and all the “friend” inspection
sidesteps some detection
of our foibles and humanity

Yet, that imperfection
when under dissection
mirrors without trepidation
that which we may not see
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The tribes are growing
through electronic knowing
A screen full of faces glowing
strangers, now close, discovering