4-1-2017
Looking at my journal’s Blank page While geese fly by and honk A greeting. The red cardinals
Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.
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…
Thoughts flicker like twinkling lights, ride them across the sky. Embrace your dream,
To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to
Life is like a dream A star studded sky A blink of an eye Oh, how life slips by. Life is like a song
Half a world away, I walk a narrow, stone path. In the rice fields, the Balinese people
Grateful for: Sunrise of pink and gold Showing the way, Lighting the sky, To another blessed day.
The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free
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,
Cool breeze rustles through the tr… drifting into my open door and leads me to the window to see leaves falling with abandon. Highlights of red and gold lace
In the blink of an eye It’s a different scene On the big movie screen So easy to get absorbed In the story line of time.
My spirit communes with the four directions: To the north are in-laws, our aging mother, her last
If we could embrace our sorrow and surf on our tears, surely our hearts would grow wider to hold the years
It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.