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

My spirit communes with the four directions: To the north are in-laws, our aging mother, her last

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

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

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

Summertime gives A chance to grow Under the sun, Travel, to new places And have some fun.

The many places I have been And countless faces I have seen, The many tales to be told, Into the universe, they unfold. It’s all a passing show,

An owl hoots on this cool, crisp Spring night. A sound that’s distant yet echos

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

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

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

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,

This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,

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