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

In the noble purpose of my life, In the clear and quiet chamber Of my soul, In the open and warm cave Of my heart,

Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.

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

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

Cool breeze rustles through the tr… drifting into my open door and leads me to the window to see leaves falling with abandon. Highlights of red and gold lace

The lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.

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

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

Time passing by now In a blink of the eye, In the clap of a hand, In the chirp of a bird, In a flash of light

If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most

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

Walking on the beach of long ago, the constant roll of the gulf, it’s sound, like a lullaby.

Embrace that which comes with ease: The twinkling of an eye, The drumbeat of a heart, The blooming of a flower,

Unable to be all things For all people, Perhaps at one time, I tried. Those days are