Barbra Brady

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I Need Your Peep Inspiration.

In Art, Poetry, Truisms on April 4, 2012 at 1:03 am

Portrait of a Peep in White

There are Peeps that are tucked into Easter baskets.

Some will be eaten, some not, and some, sort of.

There are victimized Peeps.

Some are microwaved.

Some Peeps, wretched to many, are made more edible.

They become sushi, (Peepshi); they become Peeps pizza. (Peepza). Or S’meeps.

Some meet with a horrifying genocide, a nuclear meltdown that no Peep deserves.

I’ll take my Peeps elegant, pure, a poem dressed in white.

Portrait of a Peep in White, Photograph by Barbra Brady

What have you done to a Peep lately?

The Night I Missed the Northern Lights

In Poetry, Things I Have Loved on March 24, 2012 at 7:21 pm

Northern Lights, Missoula, Montana. Photographer Brad Hutcheson

The one night I most wanted to be awake, I slept.

I slept through the ring of the phone, the old-fashioned kind, an alert of a sound.

I slept as he knocked on my door in an attempt to share the very skies with me.

One night in Missoula, he witnessed a celestial kaleidoscope.

I have the picture, and the memory of the play of life across his face as he told me

of what had passed overhead on the night I slept.

When is "Now?"

In Poetry, Today's Practice on October 29, 2010 at 2:02 am


I am sitting in my dining room in Sonoma, California, writing these words.

You are sitting (or standing, phone in hand) somewhere reading these words.

You are reading “now.”

I am writing “now.”

Are we really so separate?

Paraphrasing William Martin in his work on the Tao Te Ching, A Path and a Practice.



Subtle Energy Vinyasa Yoga. Come. Hear Your Soul.

My Gift to You Today

In Poetry on October 21, 2010 at 11:33 am

Do yogis cry? Yes, and laugh too. Their tears and joy however,

come with no strings attached–part of embracing the knowledge

that soul is partnered with a mortal coil for the dance (lila) of this lifetime.

Yoga is accepting life’s traumas and elation as passing flashes like so many shooting stars;

come morning when the sun of Spirit rises, you’ll see the stars recede

and your soul’s light fill the sky as it does always.


Rod Stryker

What Gave You a Smile Today?

In Poetry, Today's Practice on October 20, 2010 at 7:55 am

My wish for you today:

Pay attention to what makes you smile, even a little.

Or, recall something that already brought a smile to your heart.

At the Yoga Crib, Ojai, CA

Rona Thau, beaming at the the Yoga Crib in Ojai

It will bring another.

This brings to mind a line from Mary Oliver:

Pay attention. Be astonished. Tell about it.


Your Morning Cup of Rumi

In Poetry on October 19, 2010 at 7:12 am

Open to me,

So that I may open.

Provide me with your inspiriation.

So that I may see mine.

Poem for the Day, 10/18/10

In Poetry on October 18, 2010 at 11:32 am


The Pendulum Swings

My ego is taking a beating today.

It’s fallen from its yesterday pinnacle of cuteness and fun.

Today it’s all gritty and ugly – petty and mean. So it goes.

The pendulum of life swings back and forth.

And all the while, Timeless Being, In this humble, human form…

Witnesses and forgives… It all.

-Jan Wheeler