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

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

In the dead Of Winter, I long for Spring. In the rains Of Spring,

Brown hawk with spotted tail, soaring on the wind, balancing like a sail. Your piercing cry

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

I do believe, to give to others lends meaning to our lives. To be there

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

It’s a billion stars moving and co… While we sleep. It’s one miracle after another and… We do not take the leap. It’s the great heave of nature

In the bright moments My mind is a flame, Melting obstacles, Gaining gifts of wisdom. In the dark moments

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

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

Squirrels with bushy orange tails leap about the deck. Crickets hum, confused that it’s not dark yet. The caw of a blue jay

What inspires me... Hummingbirds buzzing as they land, on nearby flowers. Their amazing wings

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

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