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.  

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

 

In the nursing home he learned to weave rugs.

 

  "He wove rugs and I am weaving words.

   I am woven and I am weaver."

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This is true for each of us!  We are woven by experience, teachings, and beliefs. We are also weavers, those who help create something beautiful from threads of our life.

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