The chimes outside the pottery studio ring like a temple bell, calling the faithful to honor,

When I sit And watch The in and out Of breath, Thoughts no longer

The red cardinal high in a tree, caught my attention with his melodious chirp on my daily walk.

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

The birds flock to the bird feeder, some with black, capped heads and others with

Sometimes wonder about a star, way afar. How life might be in outer space,

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

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

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

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

Red, yellow and orange leaves Fall quickly now And create a tapestry of color That fill my mind With joy.

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

In the noble purpose of my life, In the clear and quiet chamber Of my soul, In the open and warm cave Of my heart,

Driving down the road, The song, “Let It Be” Came on the radio. Taking me back to Various scenarios.

Walking down the dirt path, Sounds drift on the air, Birds chirping, leaves Rustling, dogs barking. Interconnection of life