2-2018. Winter has it's moments, but wishing spring comes soon!
Grateful for: Sunrise of pink and gold Showing the way, Lighting the sky, To another blessed day.
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
Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.
Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up
The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free
On a walk this morning, the rocky cliffs that reach the blue-green sea, talk of strength today.
You may not know what you’ll do next: Hit the open road With your thumb stuck out. Give up all you own
Holy Holy Morning glory Blooming in a haze Of purple light. Holy Holy
Cold spring rain chills my body And yet, the birds fly in unison As if, it is a sunny day. The white tail deer Bounce through the ravine
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
I remember your smile, your laugh,… you gave so freely. It’s hard that you are gone. I sigh and walk along the bay.
Looking at my journal’s Blank page While geese fly by and honk A greeting. The red cardinals
Standing at a crossroad Between this life And the next, Heart in hand I knock on that
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.
The lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.