13
Mar
Cooking Breakfast with My Son
This morning my son, his first official day of spring break, cooked himself breakfast as I began my day, rising
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Karly Randolph Pitman
I'm a writer, seeker, mother, poet, craftswoman, teacher of all ages, and facilitator. I call the journey of becoming 'growing humankindness' and am awed by the sacredness of healing.
07
Mar
Harvesting the Lavender
This poem arose as I harvested lavender one afternoon in the warm sun. Despite wrapping her in linens and blankets,
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27
Feb
Matins
I love poems that celebrate the tender, poignant, beautiful, earthy, and the everyday. These are our lives, they proclaim, and
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16
Feb
Unfurling
This poem came about a wondering - what is it like, those places in us that bend toward the light,
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14
Feb
Learning to Dance
Last weekend I watched my husband take a dance lesson at a local dance studio. The lead teacher was an
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10
Feb
Communion
This poem came to me during my morning ritual, when I step outside, greet the sun, offer up my prayers,
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08
Feb
Pulling Out the Splinter
Splinters are part of gardening, I've learned, especially because I tend not to wear gloves. My last splinter
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04
Feb
The Magi
The other day I was talking to an acquaintance about the January I've had, a season of illness
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03
Feb
Waiting on Hold for the Customer Service Rep
Perhaps like me, you make a lot of phone calls. Insurance companies, banks, doctors offices, the IRS, the plumber and
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27
Jan
Mourning Song
There's a story I heard in a Tara Brach podcast, many years ago now, about a young child
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