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,

Grateful for: Sunrise of pink and gold Showing the way, Lighting the sky, To another blessed day.

Red bird perched on a tree limb laced with snow. So happy to see him and the joy he brings.

Not sure where we are headed, Could be a long ride, Keep your heart steady, Open wide your eyes. There is something to learn

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

Inhale, the arms float up, Exhale, the arms float down, Namaste, at the heart. Inhale, the body bends, Hands at top of mat,

It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,

Unable to be all things For all people, Perhaps at one time, I tried. Those days are

When I first heard “The Blackbird,” In the middle Of night, I was just thirteen.

As we shared stories, The warm hum of voices heard, A cup of love spilled.

Brown hawk with spotted tail, soaring on the wind, balancing like a sail. Your piercing cry

Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire

Looking at my journal’s Blank page While geese fly by and honk A greeting. The red cardinals

On the brink of leaving, To go beyond These borders And say good-bye, To all you know,

Remember the night we took your mother’s car and drove over the skyway bridge? The moon was a bright light to show the way.