a thank you for you — and your light — Thank you, dear readers Heaven’s manna, being heard You are Grace and Feast — dark Before now crystal caves echoing flames of Afters ©Jenine Bsharah Baines 2021 I’ve been intrigued by the idea of a crystal cave ever since I read Mary Stewart’s The Crystal Cave when I was 14…

Take a walk with me… — “In the end, we’re all just walking each other home.” Ram Dass The above quote says it all for me. I could so easily make it my entire bio…Except I suspect Quy Ma expects a bit more out of me than this. (Insert smile emoji.)

Do, Ti, La, Sol, Fa, Mi, Re, Do — why not sing the scales backwards? — “I only want to see you laughing in the purple rain” – Prince I scrub my hands with Brillo, my feisty steel wool Mr. Clean frothing to magically erase the splatters, dabs, and blasts of black paint strewn like particulate matter from my fingernails to my elbows. Yes, I threw…

To resist or not to resist? Sisyphus, meet Hamlet To be or not to be? That is the question. Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them. …

We’re all Maestros and Monks of love in the making — The only way I have a prayer of getting my head fatly around forgiveness, of releasing my clenched fist of a heart – that my wrath and sorrow might bud bat wings and soar blindly from resentment’s cave for the sun, incinerating themselves – is to remember my training. I…

Body’s water ballet with Psyche — even while we’re walking a rocky path — Electrical arcing is when electricity jumps from one connection to another. — Clover Electric Clover has also earned the symbolic meaning of hope, partially because it has been found in areas where it hadn’t existed before. — FlowerFabulous Swimming butterfly Soul’s arms arc, sparks fly skyward Strength growing each length Body’s crawl-stroke —…

Pondering the importance of Light when our power suffers an outage — Of course, it was only a matter of time before my beautiful friend’s treatment plan would include lush chestnut swathes of art therapy for her stressed tresses and shocked psyche. My beautiful friend may be rooted to a hospital bed… she may be rising with grace above innumerable indignities, stark pronouncements, unappeasable pain… But thick…

Choir Practice with Master Swimmers — My new black concert dress fits perfectly, even better than my black swimsuit – which thrills me almost as much as when I mastered lip trills. Now, perhaps, during laps, my body will at least learn to sight read flip turns like a real master swimmer. My old lady arms…

And I did pay the kindness forward — And I wanna rock your gypsy soul/Just like way back in the days of old Then magnificently we will float/Into the mystic Van Morrison/Into the Mystic A white butterfly hides in the white geraniums outside Starbucks, where I seek a mocha Are white butterflies for real? I conduct my online…