http://slow.writerscafe.org/MSK56 The original writings of author Marianne Rose en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776084871 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A story has taken my pen, and stopped the poetry from flowing. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MSK56/1825066/ For a friend on the other side of the world, and all friends who search for their soul-kin. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MSK56/1818353/ Loving the suspended moments of presence. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MSK56/1815756/ Remembering bad budget years. . . http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MSK56/1815635/ This happened today as I led a group in a guided meditation. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MSK56/1815569/ A spiritual journey http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MSK56/1815316/ When I am overwhelmed by the idea I have too little time . . .or too much to grieve for such a small vessel. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MSK56/1814101/ Just a place I end up sometimes . . . and I know others visit there too. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MSK56/1814095/ Written this morning, 8/1/16, a gift of a vision to help me go out into the world today. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MSK56/1811974/ Written in the wake of political and religious confusion, this is a letter to my spiritual teacher, and I post it to share my journey with you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MSK56/1811654/ A frivolous poem capturing my morning, and some of the symptoms of aging, society's fast pace and our ability to chuckle at ourselves. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MSK56/1810305/ Who we really are . . . http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MSK56/1809318/ Parallel views of the same world, depending on the eyes you look through and the response you have to what you see. Our future is yet to be determined. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MSK56/1808088/ I am uneasy when my heart feels numb, even when I can embrace a perspective of the soul. Three parts of me- heart, soul, and the small self that walks through the world. All are authentic and real. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MSK56/1807314/ My response to watching political conventions & the whole process! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MSK56/1807287/ Meeting the attack with spiritual aikido. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MSK56/1806882/ Over time, there have been those who refused to choose sides, but stood in love, facing the apparent battle between light & dark forces with the power of the first word of creation. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MSK56/1806468/ A reflection of the sounds of the city and the sounds of nature, night-time in my city, against the backdrop of our times. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MSK56/1805830/ A story written this morning, 7/17/16, to my husband, an empath like me who needs the strength of our love, as I do, to remember who we are. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MSK56/1805659/ See parts 1 and 2 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MSK56/1805155/ There is force, and then there is true power of united souls willing to stand together in peace. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MSK56/1804119/ A spontaneous free writing, because it wouldn't go away once I saw the picture of the first stanza in my mind. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MSK56/1803807/ When I cannot face the day, it is not in my own power that I rise, walk through the day, and finally make it home. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MSK56/1803425/ A continuation from Part 1 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MSK56/1802731/ Compelled to write of a time when prescience, determination, prayer and love met at the threshold of death. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MSK56/1802349/ My journey through the myriad of emotions of this day, 7/8/2016, in the aftermath of violence. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MSK56/1801334/ This is for Richard, who invited me to try his poetry structure. Taming my experience of this week's violence in verse. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MSK56/1801268/ Edited by Richard W. Jenkins, gracious thanks for refining the flow. Written on 7/5/16, northern coast of California, while my husband and I spent most of the time doing things separately. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MSK56/1800752/ I came across this tonight, and felt compelled to post it. Written 8/27/09, talking to my father about his deathbed request that I care for my mother. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MSK56/1800681/ A place I go to see visually how I am, what I need, and if my inner gardener can help me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MSK56/1798628/ After doing a collage in my journal on 12/9/12, I wrote what I saw and felt- earth, like a superball globe falling into the mess we made here. Wondering if the next generation can clean it up. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MSK56/1798590/ A simple reflection on the movement of inspiration. (Image is part of an oil painting by my husband Len Kesling.) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MSK56/1798572/ I rediscovered an old collage journal lately. 2012 was a hard year for me, with flash floods of grief. I expressed it after the waves of grief passed. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MSK56/1797953/ Spending this day in a friend's battlefield, channeling peace, home now, relief. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MSK56/1797653/ Thoughts of being with the dying, in the moments when they have not yet made peace with themselves, and face a dark night as potent as the dark night of the soul. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MSK56/1797487/ Just reflecting on a current theme in my life http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MSK56/1796764/ My husband and I have witnessed many near break-ups. Sometimes we end up casualties of other people's wars. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MSK56/1795280/ A poem I wrote about my husband last week, if anyone's been misunderstood, it's him. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MSK56/1795249/ On growing up in San Francisco in the 60's and 70's- losing the "village", losing myself, miracles that saved my life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MSK56/1794891/ The contrasting poem to "Remembering a Friend", my experience of churches http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MSK56/1794658/ I'm named for a saint, and when i was young, she was my best friend. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MSK56/1794364/ Ever played Township? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MSK56/1794232/ This is what my mind is like- it hears a simple sound, and oh, the imaginings that follow. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MSK56/1794225/ A peregrine falcon lit on a tree in my backyard, and I wrote this song. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MSK56/1794041/ This started as a poem, then turned into a song in 3/4 time. A love song with nature to express the passing of years. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MSK56/1794034/ Sometimes before things happen, I see and feel them coming. This was written in 2006, after the dreams described in the poem. I had hoped that the vision no longer rang true. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MSK56/1793778/ I wrote this shortly after the tragedy in Orlando. I had to write something or I would burst with too many feelings I could not voice. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MSK56/1793652/ Longing for all the joys of nature without the fear that plagues humanity. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MSK56/1793388/ The perspective of age and experience mellowing the intensity of the inner struggle for peace. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MSK56/1793352/ A call to remember the universal kinship of all peoples. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MSK56/1793308/