Friday, September 20, 2013


The slow honey flow
of meals
when they’re needed,
of planes buzzing
out of hearing,
of the radio announcing
“I’m two minutes out”
to hear the voice of base camp and love
in the form of wind
direction and speed.

Meals a combination
of what’s wanted
and needs to be used up.
Huge meals of
meat, biscuits and fresh bread,
mashed potatoes and corn.
And desserts desserts desserts:
frosted brownie and cookies,
rhubarb cake and 1000 calories bites.

But the true richness
is the love of the land,
sent out and returned.
Seconded by the love between people.
There are always the freckles of
daily minute frustrations,
but thickly frosted with
deep trust and competence.

Such a loving place to be.

Lizette Estelle Stiehr
September 9, 2013
Adams Guiding Camp

In My Aging

In my aging
I find patience
to stop cooking
and step outside
for each burst of sun
through the clouds

In my aging,
I find
 in my invisibleness,
how I used sex
to be “seen”.
Now I don’t have to be seen.
I can simply be
the imprint a bird
leaves in the sky.
Knowing the deep
goodness of life
is flowing thru me.

In my aging,
I’m immensely grateful
for my body’s
eagerness to sleep on the ground,
to hold yoga poses,
to try so many things
without constantly judging
 it’s success.

In my aging,
it’s become so easy
to see the value
of opposites in:
in world views
and to see the
value in both,
instead of right or wrong.

In my aging my eyes see
beauty and goodness

Lizette Estelle Stiehr