Thursday, October 29, 2009

It's Pippi!

After Pippi moves into the big yellow house, the mean Miss Prysliss who has every intention of hauling her off to the children's home asks her what her name is. As she turns round and round on her stool she replies--
"Pippilotta Delicatessa Windowshade Mackrelmint Efraim's Daughter Longstocking"
What's your Pippi name? Filled with things you love, or words that you simply like the sound of?
I think today mine is:
Pippilotta Cracker Pie Mercedes French Fries with Ranch Thomas's Daughter Miller
(I recently came across some recipes for Cracker Pie on the Internet--I had no idea such a thing existed--I will probably never make one, but I love the sound of the words--Cracker Pie)

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Smog Check Redemption

Will I pass?
Will I find the place?
Opening the door the peaceful bell jingles,
the Asian man with compassionate almond eyes,
sits you down and asks if you have been here before,
explains everything thoroughly,
he is a god, a guru, a saint.
Mary’s statue sits in the corner, the picture of Jesus hangs on the wall.
They say, as the wind chimes over the door gently blow and tinkle,
"come sit with us a while, come spend some time."
Fifteen minutes of sanctuary, Fifteen minutes of bliss.
A stack of old Ladies Home Journals.
"Please–have a seat, relax, there are some magazines for you to read
while you wait" as he disappears and takes care of everything,
takes such good care of you.
Maybe the whole place disappears as you drive away,
until 2011, when you are invited to return.
The smallest kindnesses can comfort unknown broken hearts,
remember this when you deal with people everyday.

–Jenny Miller

Monday, October 26, 2009

Dreaming In A Big House

I had a dream last night about massaging dogs,

a father who was a Cello player and constantly wore sunglasses,

and boy scouts.

All good omens,

I think.

--Jenny Miller

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

The Edge of The Universe

What if we lye in God’s heart,
What if we are floating around here in this universe,
that is inside his heart.
He’s carrying us around everyday,
from the time he wakes up to make coffee,
to the moment he goes to bed.
I hope he is not lonely.
–Jenny Miller

Monday, October 12, 2009

Friend Ships

what does this word really mean?
The synonym of harmony, accord, understanding, rapport.
Ships are meant for journeys, come and sail with me.
People should not be thrown overboard, otherwise it would be called
an enemy ship.
You should not die of scurvy here.
Or be over-run by rats.
You should sail to distant islands,
visit new lands, obtain treasures along the way.
With you at the bow, and me at the sails,
a common cord of mutual admiration,
and guardianship. Instilling love where there is none.
Hope where it is needed. A bucket for your tears.
A beautiful mirage of a pirate ship,
that has pillaged, raped, and caused the passengers
to continually walk the plank, under the false guise
that we are in the middle of the ocean and there is no
other way home.
The friendship is full of rainbows and helping hands.
Reaching into the water saying, here take this,
come on board, you are safe here, you do not have to get
back up on that other ship and walk the plank again,
you can sail with us.
Friendships are filled with Tommys, Annika’s and Pippis galore.

–Jenny Miller

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

The Mirror

Look into the mirror,
what do you see?
Do you see beautiful trees with pink blossoms,
against a Fall sky?
Do you see your greatness and your potential?
Do you hear the music of Rachmaninoff
as he comes out of his writers block?
Do you hear God whispering to you?
Do you mirror this into the world,
do you see yourself as you really are,
and your responsibility to be that?
Do not let others cloud the image,
with their jealousy, strife, bad wishes,
and own darkness.
Let the reflection show true until
you see it, until you see your true self,
everywhere you look in the world,
reflect it unto others, like ribbons streaming out
to embrace them all in beauty and love.
Bring and give something good.
The world will thank you in it’s own quiet way.

Jenny Miller.

Tuesday, October 6, 2009


"Love is patient, love is kind" she thought,
as she closed her front door, those words,
had flown out the window.
What happened to the framed meaning of love,
she never hung it on the wall when she moved in.
Maybe, she should have.
But did it help before, when it was in her face everyday?
That is not something that gets hung on a wall,
it needs to be hung in the heart.


1 Corinthians 13
1 If I speak in the tongues[a] of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. 2If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. 3If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames,[b] but have not love, I gain nothing.
4 Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. 5It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. 6Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. 7It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

Oceans & Dreams

I had a dream that I was in an orchestra,
there was row after row of pianos and keyboards.
I was put in the back to play by myself.
I couldn’t figure out the right keys.
I sat in front of the piano trying to read the music.
Maybe I was not ready.
The conductor was angry.
I tried to put her in the back, and then realized,
that conductors belong up front.

I had a dream that I had a big blue boat,
with mermaids and seashells decorating the sides.
It smelled of salt water.
But it was parked on the street,
and I wasn’t sure where I was going.

–Jennifer Miller