One never knew
what would be found
in the cookie jar
always there
on the counter
on a cold rainy day
when the hearth was warm
or a hot summer one
as we flew by
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Each and every day
is a delectible delight
soft and chewy
or sweet and crisp
Every moment grace
serves up a surprise treat
Most every work day for more than 11 years, Dena wrote 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. It became our practice to share the Daily Napkin with you, OUR ritual of the heart.
Then, in October 2015, Marshal retired, so the whole dynamic changed. Dena took several months to re-evaluate and decide what she was going to do. Since she is also simplifying, she is in the process of incorporating all 8 (including this one) websites into one. With that in mind, the poetry of the napkin is now joined with her art and/or photography images. May you enjoy them. May they feed your spirit.
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Cookie Jar
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