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.

Thursday, November 15, 2012

Private Places

The cobbled walkway
traversed the garden
and ended in private places

Where big blue containers
ceramic and overflowing
with brilliant red geraniums
sat spritely next to
old wooden benches

Near the tiny stoops
in front of ancient wooden doors

There the brightly colored
speckled painted walls
reached to cloudless sky

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