As my son often says, it's all good. It's all holy.
Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.
To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to
There is my shadow, A dark outline of this body And yet, it also holds, The hidden imperfections Of my existence.
Inspiration is in the falling of rain, the soft coo of birds in late afternoon, the sinking of the
Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome
The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.
This evening the blank, white page is open. My nerves are on edge, while a storm forms on the horizon.
What is the happiest moment of the… When I make someone laugh When I am of use for the good When I show kindness When I hold a hand
A path with heart Is full of love Which makes us right Brings in the light And chases the dark.
Sometimes wonder about a star, way afar. How life might be in outer space,
Many thoughts in the mind, Some productive, some not. They glow like fires, Created by needs and
Looking at my journal’s Blank page While geese fly by and honk A greeting. The red cardinals
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…
Red, yellow and orange leaves Fall quickly now And create a tapestry of color That fill my mind With joy.
The birds flock to the bird feeder, some with black, capped heads and others with