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

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

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

When you are not here An empty heart full of fear Arises and wonders If I will see you again. What will I do without

On the brink of leaving, To go beyond These borders And say good-bye, To all you know,

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

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

Soft gray clouds pass slowly by, Soon they will release a gift of r… Trees are shedding their leaves As they turn red, orange and yello… Signaling the squirrels to collect…

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

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

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

Firefly shine your light, Brighten my life, Lead the way, through The meadows, in my mind. Firefly, float so high,

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

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

Inspiration is in the falling of rain, the soft coo of birds in late afternoon, the sinking of the