To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to

Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon

On a walk, many Brown-Eye Susan line the border, before the woods. Rain clouds move closer as if to give a hug, while

As I age this last quarter of my life, I am fading into the background. As I let go of roles,

The chimes outside the pottery studio ring like a temple bell, calling the faithful to honor,

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

Thoughts flicker like twinkling lights, ride them across the sky. Embrace your dream,

Oh billionaires! How you have lost your soul, lost the goal and kneel down

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

Summertime gives A chance to grow Under the sun, Travel, to new places And have some fun.

Today, I wish the pain to go, the fatigue that I fight so. This process of aging is unkind and yet, the law of nature is a fast lane of change.

Driving through the small towns of America, children of all colors playing in the streets, some with tattered clothes

The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free

One year since I traveled to paradise. One year since I laughed and danced with friends. One year since I watched

The lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.