• Musings

    Sunrise Trimmings

    With every dawn An invitation to care To meet life as it is And sense the rhythm Of what is coming to be And what is fading away To meet life on its terms With personal touches Of body and soul In concert with creation     © 2022 Gail Barrie

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    Morning Devotions

    To worship at the altar Of this sacred life, Blessing All That Is…. Cultivates grace. To accept and allow It all, Even if just for a moment…. Grows me.   © Gail Barrie 2022

  • This Just In

    Sacred unfolding is the order of the day…. Even when we don’t see it that way.   © 2022 Gail Barrie

  • Poetry

    Dawn Ditty

    Dear Morning Glory, tell us a story Of the preciousness of being From seed to vine, to flower shine You open all to seeing How the vibrant wow, of this moment now Is so beautiful and freeing © 2022 Gail…

  • Prayer

    Sinking slowly into a full emptiness Where quiet resides With its friend serenity A luxury within turbulent times To be hosted by calm To become a prayer for peace   © 2022 Gail Barrie

  • Poetry

    Road Trip West

    Behind a CR-V on I-80: Denver still lies ahead. My eardrums hum with John Denver And I sing along with Phil, Filled with memories, Life entwined with life. The prairie sails by. Phil is an earthbound sailor At the wheel…

  • Moments

    collapsing old patterns of seeming position or power in tandem with me vs. you coming together in favor of boundless dominion and new ways of being light.   © 2022 Gail Barrie

  • Poetry

    And Suddenly It Was Quiet

    What a holiday visit it was In COVID’s shadow When son, grandsons, daughter Spilled their unmasked energy and laughter All over our condo. It was so gonzo. A winter’s night walk Sprinkled twinkling pied lights Of neighbors’ Christmas elves All…

  • Moments

    The Innocent One Plays in a sea Of fascinated wonder Allowing the eternal To just be Delightful.   © 2021 Gail Barrie

  • Poetry


    Drifting through a fertile darkness Shimmers of luminous hope making way To unknown vistas of imaginal encounters Willing to be taken by Beauty’s whim By the continuity of light and color and sound To spaces and places that exist beyond…

  • Musings

    Because My Sister Asked

    December 4, 2021….. Remembering my mother, who came into this world 100 years ago today. 100% Sicilian, first generation American, she was born Serafina Crimando and called ‘Sarah’ in order to blend in, which was very important to my immigrant…