The older I get, the simple things become more important and I am learning to be okay with that. 8-23-2024.
Remember goodness in the fire of e… Remember joy in the center of sorr… Remember love in the flood of hate… Remember courage in the pit of fea… It’s never too late.
Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.
Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.
Life is like a dream A star studded sky A blink of an eye Oh, how life slips by. Life is like a song
In the dead Of Winter, I long for Spring. In the rains Of Spring,
Yellow finches Line the bird feeder Against Spring’ s canopy Of green and purple tapestry. Back and forth they go
Memories of my childhood Visit more and more Each day, As ghosts of past relatives Cast their shadows,
Pretend there is no tomorrow becau… there might not be. Live like there is only this momen… that is the truth. Nothing is solid but whispery,
If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most
Red cardinal dancing On white snow, How regal you appear With your cloak of red, How it cheers my heart
An owl hoots on this cool, crisp Spring night. A sound that’s distant yet echos
Not sure what to write while the world is on the brink of another war. While others face
Summertime gives A chance to grow Under the sun, Travel, to new places And have some fun.
Looking at my journal’s Blank page While geese fly by and honk A greeting. The red cardinals
My spirit communes with the four directions: To the north are in-laws, our aging mother, her last