8/26/22. My husband and I traveled recently to a "bucket list" place recently. It did our hearts good!
Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up
As we shared stories, The warm hum of voices heard, A cup of love spilled.
Inhale, the arms float up, Exhale, the arms float down, Namaste, at the heart. Inhale, the body bends, Hands at top of mat,
Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,
It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.
Squirrels with bushy orange tails leap about the deck. Crickets hum, confused that it’s not dark yet. The caw of a blue jay
Holiday cheer and laughter, Multicolored lights blink faster, Music of love and good will, Grace the air like snowflakes. Tis the season to be compassionate…
In the dead Of Winter, I long for Spring. In the rains Of Spring,
Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.
It’s a billion stars moving and co… While we sleep. It’s one miracle after another and… We do not take the leap. It’s the great heave of nature
Sitting on the lake shore, Which made my heart soar, The water rippled at times, Swirled into beautiful lines, Clouds reflected in it’s mirror,
One lit candle burns brightly As I make a wish upon it’s Golden aura, that Humankind May learn to caress the earth As the wind does a field of flower…
Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a
Geese are honking As they fly Across an orange colored Sky. My spirit soars
Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion