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

Inspiration is in the falling of rain, the soft coo of birds in late afternoon, the sinking of the

Oh hummingbird Where are you now? Have you taken My courage with you? Oh hummingbird

Standing at a crossroad Between this life And the next, Heart in hand I knock on that

If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most

The hummingbirds are buzzing As well as the bees. The Orioles land gingerly On top of the feeder. Cautiously they move down

You may not know what you’ll do next: Hit the open road With your thumb stuck out. Give up all you own

Remember the night we took your mother’s car and drove over the skyway bridge? The moon was a bright light to show the way.

On the brink of leaving, To go beyond These borders And say good-bye, To all you know,

Grateful for: Sunrise of pink and gold Showing the way, Lighting the sky, To another blessed day.

When I grow really old I may have to do yoga Full time, to get out The aches and creaks. When I grow really old

Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.

When I first heard “The Blackbird,” In the middle Of night, I was just thirteen.

Mr. R. would talk about his deceased brother, he dreamed about him frequently; also of an eagle

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