Half a world away, I walk a narrow, stone path. In the rice fields, the Balinese people

Every hour we are someone Different, Every day something new Learned, Death is just another

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

I remember your smile, your laugh,… you gave so freely. It’s hard that you are gone. I sigh and walk along the bay.

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

The wind went through me, it carried the yellow, orange and red leaves lightly on the air. Another change is coming,

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…

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

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

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

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

Some days you’re in bliss, Some days you’re in pain. Some days you’re up in the clouds, Some days you’re down in the flame… Some days you get what you want

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

Inspiration is in the falling of rain, the soft coo of birds in late afternoon, the sinking of the

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