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

Last night I dreamt that I floated above the clouds, above the earth and my heart

It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.

Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.

There is my shadow, A dark outline of this body And yet, it also holds, The hidden imperfections Of my existence.

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

Not sure where we are headed, Could be a long ride, Keep your heart steady, Open wide your eyes. There is something to learn

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

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

Mr. R. would talk about his deceased brother, he dreamed about him frequently; also of an eagle

Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go

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

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

What is truth? It’s a changing sky, One day clear, The next, cloudy, Holding the blue and grey,

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