I sit in the shade of alder trees
A soft breeze off the lake
fans my face and arms
Sky blue dragonflies wing
in a dance among the tall
grasses beside the water
Peace
-Karen Molenaar Terrell

It says 3:33 on the clock beside the bed
and when I look at the clock sideways
I see birds flying on the canvas in my head.
I think, “Somewhere in the world a new life
has just been born!” I’m filled with hope –
not “hoping-for-the-best” hope, but expectancy-
of-good hope – hope bigger and vaster,
reaching me faster
than the speed of light.
-Karen Molenaar Terrell
Love’s celebration
feel the joy surrounding you
never-ending Life
-Karen Molenaar Terrell

grape vines ripped out
from the protective cocoon
by human hands that don’t realize
the secret hidden inside
what they prune
mama gently grabs her baby
In her mouth and climbs through
the briar branches – a tunnel
of sweet roses, thorns, and twigs
and scurries and hurries to
find a new home for her little one
she pauses once as the human looks
at her and softly says, “Hello there!”
in awe and wonder and then she
continues on her journey to make
a new nest for her little rat kit
in the roses, thorns, and twigs
-Karen Molenaar Terrell

When you share
your rainbow photo –
and I share mine –
we are adding
to what we both perceive –
connecting to the divine.
I share my words
and you share your art
and we bring each other
into a bigger part
of the Whole.
If what we are
is beyond our bodies
and includes everything
we perceive –
then sharing our perceptions
with each other
helps us to conceive
something bigger;
helps us leave
the limits of our own
limited points of view –
helps us see a bigger picture
of what is whole and true.
-Karen Molenaar Terrell
(Rainbow over a barn in Bow, WA. Karen Molenaar Terrell.)

Finding magic within the bounds that life gives us
finding magic in the right here, and the right now –
in the sunlight and the rain, a walk around the ‘hood,
in a baby’s smile and a bird’s song and how
a butterfly flits towards the sun.
Creating adventures in the backyard
when life keeps us from the mountains,
bushwhacking through the overgrown garden,
imagining the birdbath is an Italian fountain.
Playing like a child again – simple, organic, free –
without a need to travel far, or for life to bigger be.
-Karen Molenaar Terrell

What would it be like
To not be weighed down
With the detritus and memories
Of decades and generations ?
Hats and shoes and awards
Artwork and photos and earrings
Scarves and letters and books?
What if I just traveled like a turtle
With my home on my back
And everything I needed
In front of me?
-Karen Molenaar Terrell