Friday, December 31, 2010

say yes

why do you hesitate?
was it a misstep that
sent you to the sidelines?
a failure that has you
clinging to the ledge?
don't you see?
the way is open before you.
quickly - say, yes!
and angels come to your aid
say, yes and all
that you have known
comes back to you...
your courage
your strength
your heart
your wings

-stacy wills (12/31/10)

Friday, December 17, 2010


what did you
know of me
before you
formed me
in the womb
what dreams did
you dream for me
what plans did
you make for me
what song were
you singing while
knitting my bones

-stacy wills (12/17/10)

Thursday, December 16, 2010


don't be afraid
to suffer,
give the heaviness
back to the weight
of the earth;
mountains are heavy,
seas are heavy...

-rainer maria rilke (1875-1926)

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

to know the dark

to go in the dark with a light is to know the light.
to know the dark, go dark. go without sight,
and find that the dark, too, blooms and sings,
and is traveled by dark feet and dark wings.

-wendell berry (b. 1934)

Monday, December 13, 2010

the cycle

i am falling
soft and silent
traveling in
a drop of rain
tear of heaven
hold me now
'til the ground
beneath me
is home again

-stacy wills (12/13/10)

Thursday, December 9, 2010

Thursday, December 2, 2010

rekindler (for beverly)

it was there
from the beginning
though i did not
know it
creation's promise
was only a dream
in the darkness
until you came
saw the spark
and fanned the flame

-stacy wills (12/2/10)

Tuesday, November 30, 2010

the seeker

strange pilgrim
your eyes are fixed
on a city unseen
you have set out
on this journey
with no map to guide you
only a star and the
ancient voice inside you
calling out...
stay awake
stay awake

-stacy wills (11/30/10)

Sunday, November 28, 2010

recurring dream

the one that keeps
this is the dream
to which
i must awaken

-stacy wills (11/28/10)

source image: national geographic page
treated with citra solv

Monday, November 22, 2010

veiled moon

the moon is a
veiled bride tonight
autumn winds
attend her,
scattering leaves
like rose petals
along the path

-stacy wills (11/22/10)

Sunday, November 21, 2010

come and find the quiet center...

come and find the quiet center
in the crowded life we lead
find the room for hope to enter
find the frame where we are freed
clear the chaos and the clutter
clear our eyes that we can see
all the things that really matter
be at peace and simply be

-shirley erena murray (b. 1931)

source image: gladiolus

Friday, November 19, 2010

plan b

i am fresh from what affectionately became known as the "plan b" retreat. it was christened thus when the original guest speaker was not able to attend. instead of cancelling the retreat altogether, the host leaders and some of the retreatants stepped up to the plate to pinch-hit, offering what they could. fourteen of us gathered at a beautiful setting in the heart of louisiana and entered into a time of exploring the intersection of spirituality and creativity. for me personally, it was a time of deep healing and renewed hope...a "plan (meant to) be."

Monday, November 8, 2010


...every horizon,
upon being reached,
reveals another -
in the distance.
always, i am
on the threshold.

-w. eugene smith (1918-1978)

Sunday, November 7, 2010

beyond this

beyond this flame-desert,
other, even wilder deserts...

-rumi (1207-1273)

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

dreams take wing

i will wake
in good time
but now
i must dream
of where
these wings
will take me

-stacy wills (11/03/10)

blackwater mirror

in the old birdbath
autumn leaves
steep like tea bags
blackwater mirror
reflects an azure sky

-stacy wills (11/03/10)

Monday, November 1, 2010

the contemplative squirrel

she was the picture of serenity
the first time i noticed her there
perched on the branch
of the crab apple tree
outside my kitchen window
her back was turned toward me, but
i could feel the intensity of her gaze
as she looked out across the open field
her bushy tail hung limp...relaxed
gently swaying with the breeze
i had never seen a squirrel
sit so still for so long
i sensed a kindred spirit
the tree dwellers
are the solitary ones, you know
eventually she noticed me, too,
and we studied each other for awhile
now we meet most mornings
like two cloistered contemplatives
acknowledging the other's presence,
but not intruding...
both of us content to simply hold
sacred space for one another
in the great round of life

-stacy wills (11/1/10)

Sunday, October 24, 2010

explore. dream. discover.

twenty years from now
you will be more disappointed
by the things you didn't do
than by the ones you did.
so throw off the bowlines.
sail away from the safe harbor.
catch the trade winds in your sails.
explore. dream. discover.

-mark twain (1835-1910)

Monday, October 18, 2010

breathing room

what art offers
is space -
a certain
breathing room
for the spirit

-john updike (1932-2009)

Sunday, October 10, 2010

slow dissolve

my head
tilts back
in wonder
i stand
as if
to receive
the host
the moon
on my tongue

-stacy wills (10/10/10)

Thursday, October 7, 2010

no one else

there's no one else
i'd rather see
the sunrise with
than you, my love
no one else i'd rather
kiss goodnight, than you
we've been together
spring and summer
now it's autumn
we're passing through
each season of our life
grows sweeter
the longer i'm with you

-stacy wills (10/7/10)

Tuesday, October 5, 2010


you had me swooning
this morning, yes swooning,
right there in the driveway.
me, in my robe and slippers,
hair all bed-messy
sleep, still in my eyes.
i was innocently going out
to get the paper,
when you ambushed me.
how could i resist your silvery sliver
riding low in the sky like that,
barely clearing the treeline,
shining like all get out.
and the stars, oh...don't even
get me started on the stars!
alas, my rapture was interrupted
by the sound of
footfalls and heavy-breathing.
i was not alone as i supposed,
a jogger was approaching.
tell me, how does one
jog through beauty like this?
surely he is not oblivious
to the glory above.
surely i am not the first
moonstruck lady he's seen
standing in her yard
in the wee hours.
then i turned and ran, too...
for my camera!

-stacy wills (10/5/10)

Monday, October 4, 2010

making melody

the morning air
swirls alive
with song
a bird outside
my window is
pouring out
her praise
making melody
in both
our hearts

-stacy wills (10/4/10)

Thursday, September 30, 2010

slow dancing

with the turning
of the season
a gentle breeze
is blowing
and with it
comes a knowing
that it's time
for letting go
then like lovers
we're slow dancing
to the waiting
ground below

-stacy wills (9/30/10)

Sunday, September 26, 2010


if you are a regular reader here, you won't be seeing anything new. the artwork in this video has all been featured here at one time or another. what will be new to you is the music you hear. that's my beloved playing. i asked him to play something original to go along with the images and he graciously (and truth be told, a little reluctantly) agreed. he hasn't had much time to play his guitar these days; the pace of his life goes about 70 mph, and he felt rusty. plus, guitar strings are tough on tender fingertips. but he persevered...just as he had all afternoon trying to even figure out how to make a video. when it was all said and done, i watched it about 5 million times...just to hear my beloved play.

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Saturday, September 18, 2010

the firefly

i just want
to be for
to be the
and not the
one trying
to capture
the light

Monday, September 13, 2010

between two worlds

between two worlds
life hovers like a star,
'twixt night and morn,
upon the horizon's verge
how little do we know
that which we are...

-lord byron (1788-1824)

Tuesday, September 7, 2010


the secret of seeing
is to sail
on solar wind.
hone and spread
your spirit,
till you yourself
are a sail,
whetted, translucent,
to the merest puff.

-annie dillard (b. 1945)

Saturday, September 4, 2010

the women

they sang the words
in unison, yet somehow
created a web of sounds
with their voices. it
was like hearing a piece
of fabric woven with
all the colors of a rainbow.

-from the red tent
by anita diamant (b. 1951)

Friday, September 3, 2010

release your colors

release your colors
into the world!
who knows
what dear soul
may be in need
of your soaring
magenta today,
the wildness of
your fuchsia,
the groundedness
of your burnt umber,
the soothing tones
of your greens and blues...
let alone your
own precious self, so
weary from holding
them all inside.

-stacy wills (9/03/2010)

Thursday, September 2, 2010

rainbow leap

...i looked up
and saw the
rainbow leap
with flames of
many colors
over me

-black elk (1863-1950)

Tuesday, August 31, 2010

each time dawn appears

each time
dawn appears,
the mystery
is there
in its entirety

-rene daumal (1908-1944)

Friday, August 27, 2010

in praise of curves

ample, soft,
fleshy, generous,

Thursday, August 26, 2010

show yourself

each morning she
sorts through
her collection
of masks
trying to decide
which one
to wear that
will cause her
the least
of pain
carefully avoiding
the mirror until
it is in place
so afraid to
show herself
to her self

Monday, August 23, 2010

in the habit

this cowl is not a blinder
my robe, not cumbersome
these folded hands, not idle
my silence is not dumb
though some may think me odd,
what can i say? i am in the habit of
finding beauty in the world
the artist and monk are one

Friday, August 20, 2010

a pearl in the making

i don't know why
i am surprised
anymore, to find
my tears so close
to the surface,
it happens so
often these days...
my eyes, always
on the verge
of giving me away
but wisdom says:
let them fall,
they are pearls
in the making

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

20/20 night vision

i have been revisiting
some things lately,
turning them over
(and over) again
in my mind...
sorting them out
in my dreams, and
wishing the 20/20 clarity
of my night vision
translated more easily
into waking life

Saturday, August 14, 2010

broken mandala (clean slate)

open a vein
be bled
of your color
be done
with the pain
oh, that it were
so simple a thing
as wiping
a slate clean

Friday, August 13, 2010


i rise each day
on hopeful wings,
with songs learned
in the night watch
still lingering
on my tongue

Sunday, August 8, 2010


i like nonsense,
it wakes up
the brain cells.
fantasy is a
necessary ingredient
in living; it's a way
of looking at life
through the wrong end
of a telescope...
that enables you
to laugh at [some of]
life's realities.

-theodor geisel (1904-1991)