Here you can enjoy some of the poems in my book, Weaving Myself Awake: Voicing the Sacred Through Poetry.  These poems were written at time when wanted to express the tumbling evolution of my beliefs.   As I wrote I saw that I was weaving what was sacred to me.  

My poem, My Father's Rug capture's what my father taught me after he had a stroke. First, he lost his ability to speak or care for himself and within a few months he lost his wife, his business and his home.  

In the nursing home he learned to weave rugs. Years later, I began weaving words:

‍ ‍ "He wove rugs and I am weaving words.

 I am woven and I am weaver."

We are woven by experience, teachings, and beliefs. We are weavers, those who help create something beautiful from threads of our life.