Holiday cheer and laughter, Multicolored lights blink faster, Music of love and good will, Grace the air like snowflakes. Tis the season to be compassionate…

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.

Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up

Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a

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

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

Pink hues from the west Filter through Snow covered boughs Leaving, The evening light

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.

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,

Embrace that which comes with ease: The twinkling of an eye, The drumbeat of a heart, The blooming of a flower,

The gift of summer Is the sound of a Creek flowing through Rocks. A blue bird perched

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

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

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

Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;