Tuesday, April 23, 2013


Photo by S. Auberle

Rain keeps falling, another north wind wails this morning, as Spring  glooms on.   The little gray cat drapes herself across the back of my chair, purring as I write.  She's good for me, because, these days, like so many others, I turn sad at the thought of my teacher, Norbert Blei--my mentor, my friend, leaving.  He--this shaman of words, who taught me to bring out what was inside, who believed in me and never stopped telling me so.  Norbert disliked intensely the word "magic."  Never use it, he growled, or angels or sunsets, roses, all those old hackneyed cliché words.  But sorry, Norb, I have to say it--there was no one more full of magic than you.  The Pied Piper of words, images, stories--we followed along, joyfully, exuberantly, behind  you--a long string of would-be writers and you believed in every one of us.
Today is the birthday of William Shakespeare, another master of words.  Tonight the full moon will light up the world, if it can get through the clouds, but our light is gone--at 8:18 a.m., just a few minutes ago, Norbert, with Jude his love, by his side, passed.  Suddenly, there are no more words.

Monday, April 22, 2013


Photo by S. Auberle

(for seven generations)
 Mother Earth, we pray today
to join with our brothers and sisters
in the company of whom we share this web of life.
We will not take from you lightly, nor do harm.

We will respect those creatures with whom we live.
Wolf, Hawk, Turtle and Bear, we honor you
and all our four-legged brothers and sisters.
Bless us, please, you Flying People,
Crawling People, the Swimmers, Plant and Tree People.

Father Sun, we beseech you
to shine down your light upon us.

Sister Rain and Brother Wind, walk softly here,
for we are small beneath your power.

Sister Moon, shine gently as you guide us
into dreamtime, and when you journey across the world,
send your stars to light our way home.

Mother Earth, accept our prayer,
bless us with your energy and healing.
Help us remember that we are connected
to all who share your sacred web of life—past,
present, and future—that in divinity
we may exist as one…
~  Sharon Auberle
first published in WomanPrayers

Wednesday, April 17, 2013


Collage by S. Auberle

In honor of crows and National Haiku Day:  

crow ink writes across
paper sky of rose and blue
the wind erases all 

cat, old hound and me
dreaming in the autumn sun
crow calls Winter’s near! 

white sky paints the dawn
muted crows wing overhead
the snow whispers down

~  mimi

Tuesday, April 09, 2013


Photo by S. Auberle

I was the world in which I walked, 
and what I saw
Or heard or felt came 
not but from myself:
And there I found myself 
more truly and more strange.
~  Wallace Stevens

Thursday, April 04, 2013


Photo by S. Auberle

in Springtime we are all
smitten with the sun--

the orchid basking in my window    
a few leftover snowflakes

that black devil of a squirrel
emptying my bird feeder

North Koreans rattling their sabers
the waning moon high at noon

suicide bombers
red sheets on the clothesline

            sometimes I wonder
            if God might be the Sun

            shining on everyone
            deservedly or not

            even the warmongers
            and that damn squirrel