What if, The simple things In life, were the Most important Events.

Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.

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

At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,

Many thoughts in the mind, Some productive, some not. They glow like fires, Created by needs and

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

This evening the blank, white page is open. My nerves are on edge, while a storm forms on the horizon.

When I sit And watch The in and out Of breath, Thoughts no longer

In the bright moments My mind is a flame, Melting obstacles, Gaining gifts of wisdom. In the dark moments

Sitting on the lake shore, Which made my heart soar, The water rippled at times, Swirled into beautiful lines, Clouds reflected in it’s mirror,

Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,

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

It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.

My spirit communes with the four directions: To the north are in-laws, our aging mother, her last

Just a small part of me wants strife to go away, to return to a kinder time. Am I just losing courage? Life is draining me,