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

White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,

In the still night In the silence, My soul begs, My mind to rest. It’s story told

On this New Year’s Eve Direction lost Drifting like blowing snow To and fro. A freeze comes

This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,

Cold spring rain chills my body And yet, the birds fly in unison As if, it is a sunny day. The white tail deer Bounce through the ravine

You may not know what you’ll do next: Hit the open road With your thumb stuck out. Give up all you own

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

First snow of the season Came down light and gay, With it’s bright white, Reflecting, Off slow moving clouds

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

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,

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

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

If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most

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