Happy 2023! Happy Winter!
Pretend there is no tomorrow becau… there might not be. Live like there is only this momen… that is the truth. Nothing is solid but whispery,
As I age this last quarter of my life, I am fading into the background. As I let go of roles,
The gift of summer Is the sound of a Creek flowing through Rocks. A blue bird perched
To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to
The birds flock to the bird feeder, some with black, capped heads and others with
Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.
In the bright moments My mind is a flame, Melting obstacles, Gaining gifts of wisdom. In the dark moments
White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,
What is truth? It’s a changing sky, One day clear, The next, cloudy, Holding the blue and grey,
Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire
The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free
At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,
Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a
Soft gray clouds pass slowly by, Soon they will release a gift of r… Trees are shedding their leaves As they turn red, orange and yello… Signaling the squirrels to collect…
Half a world away, I walk a narrow, stone path. In the rice fields, the Balinese people