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

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

Holy Holy Morning glory Blooming in a haze Of purple light. Holy Holy

What inspires me... Hummingbirds buzzing as they land, on nearby flowers. Their amazing wings

Dark bulk of a single bird, With red puffed up chest, As winter’s breeze sways his perch…

Walking on the edge, Between awareness and sleep. Sometimes... I’m in the moment, I feel my body,

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

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

It’s a billion stars moving and co… While we sleep. It’s one miracle after another and… We do not take the leap. It’s the great heave of nature

Pretend there is no tomorrow becau… there might not be. Live like there is only this momen… that is the truth. Nothing is solid but whispery,

On a walk this morning, the rocky cliffs that reach the blue-green sea, talk of strength today.

Leaves falling, Another season Decorating the earth. One red leaf In my path,

I lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,

The dance of fear, Of not being enough, Stops and starts. The unknown, an Uncharted sea,

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