(2014)
Thinking about hard times and ways to deal with it.
Every hour we are someone Different, Every day something new Learned, Death is just another
To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to
Not sure where we are headed, Could be a long ride, Keep your heart steady, Open wide your eyes. There is something to learn
An owl hoots on this cool, crisp Spring night. A sound that’s distant yet echos
In the noble purpose of my life, In the clear and quiet chamber Of my soul, In the open and warm cave Of my heart,
What is truth? It’s a changing sky, One day clear, The next, cloudy, Holding the blue and grey,
The dance of fear, Of not being enough, Stops and starts. The unknown, an Uncharted sea,
Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,
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
Sometimes wonder about a star, way afar. How life might be in outer space,
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
When I first heard “The Blackbird,” In the middle Of night, I was just thirteen.
Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon
My spirit communes with the four directions: To the north are in-laws, our aging mother, her last
On a walk, many Brown-Eye Susan line the border, before the woods. Rain clouds move closer as if to give a hug, while