Today, I wish the pain to go, the fatigue that I fight so. This process of aging is unkind and yet, the law of nature is a fast lane of change.

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

You may not know what you’ll do next: Hit the open road With your thumb stuck out. Give up all you own

Memories of my childhood Visit more and more Each day, As ghosts of past relatives Cast their shadows,

Her smile was like gold, Her lines were often bold, Her stories of wisdom told, In books that are now sold. She has left the earth,

Looking at my journal’s Blank page While geese fly by and honk A greeting. The red cardinals

Driving through the small towns of America, children of all colors playing in the streets, some with tattered clothes

Dark bulk of a single bird, With red puffed up chest, As winter’s breeze sways his perch…

Red bird perched on a tree limb laced with snow. So happy to see him and the joy he brings.

When I first heard “The Blackbird,” In the middle Of night, I was just thirteen.

Holy Holy Morning glory Blooming in a haze Of purple light. Holy Holy

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

Standing at a crossroad Between this life And the next, Heart in hand I knock on that

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

Some days you’re in bliss, Some days you’re in pain. Some days you’re up in the clouds, Some days you’re down in the flame… Some days you get what you want