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, October 19, 2011

Hallowed Eyes

Hallowed eyes
grasp me in their grip
telling stories of an old
crisp and dusty nature

Awakening feelings
stale in flesh
and bright in Spirit

Keep me ever in that gaze
Let the shackles slip away
crusted build up soften

And new day dawn
around me
within me…
at 11:34 AM
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