Thursday, May 21, 2015

Osprey at the outdoor shower

Since I have come back to North Carolina for the last three late afternoons when I go to take my outdoor shower overlooking the pond, an Osprey has flown and landed each time in the tree on the other side of the pond.  I looked up the meaning and it is:  - The osprey is connected to all aspects of solar worship. And can come into one's life to emphasise the value and healing properties of the sun, and to help those who practice mystically or spiritually to facilitate sun-god communion.

- An osprey doesn't wait for the fish to jump out of the water to meet him, instead he splashes in headfirst into an element that he could not survive within. He even places his head under the water - unlike sea-eagles. He teaches us how to plunder our resources and the necessity to move outside of our comfort zones in order to do this. Osprey teaches us to take risks, and to not be frightened of grasping opportunities just because they seem like they're out of our reach.

- An appearance of osprey in your life can indicate an appearance of the spirit in the form of the Beacon, coming to guide you back to a place of safety or security, or to a feeling of groundedness.

Tuesday, May 12, 2015


Feeling fragile and vulnerable
for the past 4 months
and now I think I need to look at the word Loss
I want and need to change that to Gain
to work towards not concentrating so much
on his not being here in a physical presence
rather, I want to retain all the things he gave to me
wanted me to see and feel
Realizing that LOVE without conditions
is truly a gift and not a loss at all
He helps make my heart bigger,
more compassionate
and best of all
he is truly in everything I do
a beautiful gift that I am truly
grateful for, especially when a child's
drawing of an angel appeared on my desk
underneath...Be Happy
so like him to show himself again
Some people call them God Winks
I love getting these

Monday, May 11, 2015


Today Rick showed himself through a small first grader
I introduced myself as Ms.Murphy 
and this youngster said, Hi Ms. Murphy but after that
referred to me as Murph
I have not been called Murph since December 28th 2014 by Rick Page
what makes this so unusual
is that the art teacher said this child rarely speaks in class
and if he does, he has a stutter
5 times he called me Murph
and never once a stutter
Had a beautiful dinner with the B and B owners tonight
on the river
I feel I can gather my strength
and make it through this week
what brings me instant joy is painting again
and thinking of walks on the beach with the dogs
seeing friends
and giving and receiving LOVE
huge baskets of overflowing LOVE

Thursday, May 7, 2015


Long day of painting
midnight blue Indigo colors
covering cement block walls
with secret nocturnal animals
shyly coming out from behind the trees
I hear the teacher Mrs. Kepler talking about
how to recognize birds
so I paint a horned owl on a tree limb
two bears rest quietly in the violet night grasses
tomorrow we add some constellations to the evening sky
and perhaps a bat or two
my right shoulder aches from painting for 7
straight hours
the purple stains on my hands
just a reminder of a day well spent
dinner with faculty
where we laugh because the smallest
child has littered the floor
with Pepperidge farm gold fish
I am amazed at Liz the art teacher
who handles that two year old well
and is still amazed at the progresses
of Wade, her second son who ran
today in the special Olympics
he hugs his 2 year old brother Hank
while showing the bite his younger sibling has given him
Wade holds the door and whispers
bye Ms. Mercy...a close call to Ms. Murphy
Tonight I am grateful for the miracle of Wade
and how a family can make it through
thick or thin and hold it together
I hope to mirror them in some ways

Monday, May 4, 2015

Sweet Dreams

Two years ago
I spent the weekend
at this b and b with friends
and Rick Page
It was spring time and although optimistic
ended up riding our bikes through a sleet storm
We had wine and cheese and hot showers
I am here at the same b and b
teaching and staying in the same room
On my way back from school
I felt his loss as I always do
no phone call to see how the day went
just salty tears to remind me
that grief is real
it comes unexpectedly
I am staying in a beautiful place
without him
It seems impossible that I no longer have him
I do though have our shared dreams and aspirations
He is just visible in my heart and thoughts
I will do all I can to make both of us proud of
who we were and who we are
Always wishing you sweet dreams


We never really get over devastating loss. In the thick of it, we almost stop breathing; sometimes even wishing we could. And we know deep within that we will never be the same. Yet, one day we feel the sun on our face again. We find ourselves smiling at a child or a joke or a memory. And at that moment, we realize we are finding our way back. Changed forever? Yes. But also softer, deeper, more vulnerable and more loving too. And we are breathing again.


My friend Kate 
in offering her home to me
for the next little while
surprised me with a piece of pottery
wood fired so many years ago
and signed
To Martha, Love Rick Page
I had carved Oak leaves in the piece
and I realized it is the only pottery
I can call my own made by him
Kate says to fill it up with all my happy moments
here in PA
contented dogs
smiles from children
calls from NC asking when I am coming home
they say home is where the heart is
every visit to the beach, I will listen for the rhythm of his heart
pushing me to keep on going
to create my new home with new family
in this dawning of the age of Aquarius
I remain ever grateful for those who help me
and also, those who show me
that I too can become stronger
living it day by day