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.

Tuesday, September 1, 2015

Fickle Feathers

Like feathers falling
from who knows where

Thoughts and other mental activities
drifted upon the corners
nooks and craniums

Touched down in silent celebration
jubilant in a mute kind of way
a gaggle of possibilities
tickled inferences

While the occasional spackle
plopped and gurgled
a means of providing
to otherwise fickle 
feathered ideas

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