4-1-2017
White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,
The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as
Red sun in the morning rolling up the side of earth. The sky turned pink, as a ball of fire showed it’s strength,
Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.
It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,
When I first heard “The Blackbird,” In the middle Of night, I was just thirteen.
I remember your smile, your laugh,… you gave so freely. It’s hard that you are gone. I sigh and walk along the bay.
Orange full moon with a half smile, a hanging lantern, lighting the way, through dark streets,
Oh hummingbird Where are you now? Have you taken My courage with you? Oh hummingbird
Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.
To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to
In the rustle of leaves the wind plays a tune, the change of season is on the horizon. It asks permission
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
Inhale, the arms float up, Exhale, the arms float down, Namaste, at the heart. Inhale, the body bends, Hands at top of mat,
Every hour we are someone Different, Every day something new Learned, Death is just another