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.

Friday, January 20, 2012

The Rains Came

It was dry and brown
cold to the bones chilled

Everyone chapped and uneasy

And then the rains came

The plants perked up
even amidst grey and soggy

Trees flexed with wintry breezes

Squirrels bundled up
in fluffed up fur

 And old dried tears
were washed away
when the rains came…
at 10:12 AM
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