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

Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.

Holiday cheer and laughter, Multicolored lights blink faster, Music of love and good will, Grace the air like snowflakes. Tis the season to be compassionate…

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

Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go

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

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

The hummingbirds are buzzing As well as the bees. The Orioles land gingerly On top of the feeder. Cautiously they move down

Mr. R. would talk about his deceased brother, he dreamed about him frequently; also of an eagle

Walking on the edge, Between awareness and sleep. Sometimes... I’m in the moment, I feel my body,

In the blink of an eye It’s a different scene On the big movie screen So easy to get absorbed In the story line of time.

Last night I dreamt that I floated above the clouds, above the earth and my heart

Half a world away, I walk a narrow, stone path. In the rice fields, the Balinese people

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

What is truth? It’s a changing sky, One day clear, The next, cloudy, Holding the blue and grey,