Thursday, November 26, 2009

The warmth & stillness

Winter allows us to wrap up in the comforting scarf of healing, but we must slow down to allow its magic.

—Terri Guillemets

Saturday, November 14, 2009

Balancing act

Spontaneity is good. Routine is good. Conflicting goodness? No. Balance is life.

—Terri Guillemets

Saturday, October 3, 2009

Listen to the night

A wolf howls his lonely soul into the misty night.
The moon answers lovingly, with glowing silence.

—Terri Guillemets

Friday, September 25, 2009

The business of busy

Life is just a way to distract us from life until we die.

—Terri Guillemets

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Don't cry, — rally!

What's your life's motto? Write one. And live by it. And revise it when life revises you.

—Terri Guillemets

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

Cloudacious beautiness

gorgeous bright blue sky with some cloudacious beautiness on the fringe

—Terri Guillemets

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Clouds or no clouds

Clouds or no clouds, life is grand — be grateful for all the varieties of weather in your life.

—Terri Guillemets

Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Crayons by the morning window

poured a cup of hot sepia coffee in a wisteria flowered mug, dandelion sunshine spilling through the periwinkle sky—

—Terri Guillemets

Saturday, July 4, 2009

Ever-changing sky, ever-changing life

Why do I love clouds? You can't save a cloud like you can save a leaf or a flower or a rock — clouds are now! Clouds are the carpe diem of nature.

—Terri Guillemets

Friday, July 3, 2009

Summer canvas

Summer breeze, light fluffy clouds... Mother Nature has a canvas for every season.

—Terri Guillemets

Sunday, June 28, 2009

Tao in city yards

Life is beautiful if you flow with its natural beauty — resistance makes it ugly.

—Terri Guillemets

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

So close and yet so far

We live in our bodies 24x7 so why do we lose touch with ourselves like a good friend who moved away — at least send a postcard now and then.

—Terri Guillemets

Why do we forget?

My mission is to remind people that they're happy.

—Terri Guillemets

Monday, June 22, 2009

And that's why they call a birthday happy

My next birthday cake will be a huge chocolate-covered peppermint patty with cherry candles and a hot mug of coffee with edible confetti!

—Terri Guillemets

Sunday, June 21, 2009

Split infinity

Life is a neverending experiment in learning. Who can be perfect all the time? Sometimes I feel half-wise, sometimes half-stupid.

—Terri Guillemets

Saturday, June 20, 2009

That one thing called love

Everyone has that one thing about them that's totally illogical — and you must accept it, if you really want to love them.

—Terri Guillemets

Thursday, June 18, 2009

Screen-free moment

When I tear myself away from the computer I find nothing but beauty, love, relaxation... so why do I have so hard a time tearing myself away?

—Terri Guillemets

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

I'll take what I can get

Ah well, a morning with weak coffee is still beaucoup better than a morning with no coffee.

—Terri Guillemets

Saturday, June 13, 2009

I'm clean!

Somehow a different and new woman always emerges from the shower, than the one who went in.

—Terri Guillemets

Last sip: not a metaphor

Nothing is sad on a beautiful morning save to look down and realize you just had the last sip of coffee and the mug sits indifferently empty.

—Terri Guillemets

Thursday, June 11, 2009

A day without a nap

A day without a nap is like a cupcake without frosting.

—Terri Guillemets

Breakfast prayer

And thank you for a house full of people I love. Amen.

—Terri Guillemets

Thursday, May 14, 2009

Sunday, May 10, 2009


Poetry nests in our souls
until it flies away on
the feather of a quill.

—Terri Guillemets

Bread, butter, & love

When I was sick, my mom would make me toast. And she would always put a little too much butter, and too much jelly. And I don't like too much jelly. But it always tasted like love. And it was always the best toast I'd ever had. And it always made me feel better.

—Terri Guillemets

Saturday, May 9, 2009

Reflecting in the night

My wrinkles are a playground of happy memories.

—Terri Guillemets

Saturday, May 2, 2009

What escapes

Each book written hardens the author a little more. The best are concrete — but cracked, with a flower growing through.

—Terri Guillemets

Sunday, April 19, 2009

Serenity found

I seek the counsel of your heartbeat
and the calm song of your voice,
your warm breath and the security
of your gentle touch — my soul rests
quietly and peacefully, in your arms.

—Terri Guillemets

Saturday, April 11, 2009

Tempus hortulanus

Time is a seed, a sprout, a bud,
A bloom, a flower, a wilting rose,
Decay, disappearance, — a seed.

—Terri Guillemets

Friday, April 10, 2009

Simple, soulful, & silly

After all these years I've finally pegged my writing style:  simple, soulful, silly.

—Terri Guillemets

Thursday, April 9, 2009

Romance is a tasty poison

Romance is a tasty poison.

—Terri Guillemets

P.S. Later came across "Amor es un sabroso veneno," or "Love is a tasty poison," paraphrased from Comedia de Calisto y Melibea, circa 1499, considered to be the first novel or play of the Spanish Renaissance. Celestina dice en su español medieval: "Amor dulce.... es un fuego escondido, una agradable llaga, un sabroso veneno, una dulce amargura, una delectable dolencia, un alegre tormento, una dulce e fiera herida, una blanda muerte." Other translations have it as "a delicious poison" or "a savory poison." The passage reminds me of the proverb "Love is a sweet tyranny, because the lover endureth his torments willingly."

Friday, March 6, 2009

Mostly snuggly

The blanket of life is kind and warm for those who can find its snuggle.

—Terri Guillemets

Reading in the garden

Essays are vegetables
in the garden of literature,
fairy tales the orchard fruit,
poetry — the flowers.

—Terri Guillemets

Thursday, March 5, 2009

Machinery beyond machine

Body and flesh —
machinery beyond machine
soul enfolded
heart tick-tock
mind, the slave and master
a break is to break free
not to break down
embracing self
the duty of health
chance and second chances
beauty and mechanics
frailty and primal gears
courage laced with fears
laughter spiked with tears
dancing molecules
galloping years —

—Terri Guillemets

Saturday, February 14, 2009

Nature's busy-doing

Sun gladdens warmth
Snow happies cold
Rain joys wet
Wind elates air
Moon calms night
Clouds giddy the sky.

—Terri Guillemets

Sunday, February 8, 2009

Can poetry hurt?

Poetry should never hurt. It may stab you with poetic pangs of melancholy but shouldn't ever hurt as life does.

—Terri Guillemets

Friday, January 23, 2009

Morning armor

Coffee makes me invincible. But when the cup is empty, I return to mere mortal.

—Terri Guillemets

Saturday, January 10, 2009


lovesmile, passionkiss
soulhug, sexywink
friendlaugh, prayerhands
spiritbreeze, glowcloud
wildrain, skypoem
peacesnow, boomthunder
lifegarden, teacalm
rainbowsoul, courageheart
selfsong, angelfriend
fairydream, hopeblossom
joyjump, faithbreath

—Terri Guillemets

The fight

Winter is a lean, scrappy fighter
Strong — taking blows and giving them
Spring blossoms from the sweat of Winter's brow

—Terri Guillemets

Friday, January 9, 2009

Having known you

Having known you,
I have lived fully
and so
am ready to die
not now,
but whenever in time.
And if it be in your arms,
all the better—
for the life of my heart
could enter your veins,
and since your soul and mine
are already one and the same,
I know that it too remains...

—Terri Guillemets

Wednesday, January 7, 2009


A philosopher lives in your mind,
a lover in your heart,
an alchemist in your soul.

—Terri Guillemets