1-6-2019
The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free
The wind went through me, it carried the yellow, orange and red leaves lightly on the air. Another change is coming,
On the brink of leaving, To go beyond These borders And say good-bye, To all you know,
In the dead Of Winter, I long for Spring. In the rains Of Spring,
Thoughts flicker like twinkling lights, ride them across the sky. Embrace your dream,
Not sure where we are headed, Could be a long ride, Keep your heart steady, Open wide your eyes. There is something to learn
Last night I dreamt that I floated above the clouds, above the earth and my heart
If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most
The chimes outside the pottery studio ring like a temple bell, calling the faithful to honor,
Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up
Grateful for: Sunrise of pink and gold Showing the way, Lighting the sky, To another blessed day.
Walking down the dirt path, Sounds drift on the air, Birds chirping, leaves Rustling, dogs barking. Interconnection of life
If we could embrace our sorrow and surf on our tears, surely our hearts would grow wider to hold the years
Just a small part of me wants strife to go away, to return to a kinder time. Am I just losing courage? Life is draining me,
It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.