As my son often says, it's all good. It's all holy.
Unable to be all things For all people, Perhaps at one time, I tried. Those days are
Squirrels with bushy orange tails leap about the deck. Crickets hum, confused that it’s not dark yet. The caw of a blue jay
Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;
Inhale, the arms float up, Exhale, the arms float down, Namaste, at the heart. Inhale, the body bends, Hands at top of mat,
You may not know what you’ll do next: Hit the open road With your thumb stuck out. Give up all you own
Oh hummingbird Where are you now? Have you taken My courage with you? Oh hummingbird
Walking on the edge, Between awareness and sleep. Sometimes... I’m in the moment, I feel my body,
Life is like a dream A star studded sky A blink of an eye Oh, how life slips by. Life is like a song
This evening the blank, white page is open. My nerves are on edge, while a storm forms on the horizon.
Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a
Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up
Red and gold leaves Falling, Sing to me Of the season of change, Before the snow,
The birds flock to the bird feeder, some with black, capped heads and others with
As we shared stories, The warm hum of voices heard, A cup of love spilled.
Itchy eyes scaly feet achy joints and bad teeth hair so fine