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.

My heart is a good heart, It beats strongly And works hard, To keep me alive. My mind is a good mind,

Cold spring rain chills my body And yet, the birds fly in unison As if, it is a sunny day. The white tail deer Bounce through the ravine

On this New Year’s Eve Direction lost Drifting like blowing snow To and fro. A freeze comes

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,

Beneath the bustling, hustling mind, deep inside, there is an oasis of calm.

A path with heart Is full of love Which makes us right Brings in the light And chases the dark.

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

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

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

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

Harsh reality smacks like a slap of cold wind. Sometimes I’m a tough sailor, at the helm,

Oh hummingbird Where are you now? Have you taken My courage with you? Oh hummingbird

Geese are honking As they fly Across an orange colored Sky. My spirit soars

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