Many thoughts in the mind, Some productive, some not. They glow like fires, Created by needs and

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…

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

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

Time passing by now In a blink of the eye, In the clap of a hand, In the chirp of a bird, In a flash of light

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

Come with me To the mountain top, Where the crest touches The sky And the air so pure,

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

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

The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as

Red bird perched on a tree limb laced with snow. So happy to see him and the joy he brings.

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

If I could go back in time I would fix my wrongs, I would sing new songs And mend all hate And open the gate

Sitting on the lake shore, Which made my heart soar, The water rippled at times, Swirled into beautiful lines, Clouds reflected in it’s mirror,

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