Not sure what to write while the world is on the brink of another war. While others face

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

The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.

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,

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

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

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

Great scientific minds Working for cures Of terminal diseases, The clock ticks... What is the cure

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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