3/12/24
I remember your smile, your laugh,… you gave so freely. It’s hard that you are gone. I sigh and walk along the bay.
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
As I age this last quarter of my life, I am fading into the background. As I let go of roles,
Geese are honking As they fly Across an orange colored Sky. My spirit soars
Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.
Perhaps it is the mind separating things into this and that. Perhaps it is the mind with it’s preferences
Life is a day dream So they say, With every beat Of my heart, The gate to love
The gift of summer Is the sound of a Creek flowing through Rocks. A blue bird perched
At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,
On a walk this morning, the rocky cliffs that reach the blue-green sea, talk of strength today.
Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.
Not sure what to write while the world is on the brink of another war. While others face
My spirit communes with the four directions: To the north are in-laws, our aging mother, her last
Walking on the beach of long ago, the constant roll of the gulf, it’s sound, like a lullaby.
Some days you’re in bliss, Some days you’re in pain. Some days you’re up in the clouds, Some days you’re down in the flame… Some days you get what you want