I was looking at the sand on the beach, the millions of tiny crystals reflecting back the pyramid of light called the rainbow. The soft velvety feeling on my feet, warming my aching bones. A memory surfaces, my legs used to ache so much when I turned 11. For about 2 years my legs ached… Continue reading
Is anybody really ours Ours to call child, friend, father, mother.... Is anyone really ours Alone? Here we are, dead things in the night We are tossing our anchors at the first ship that gives light... Here an illusion, heartbreak. The horizon seems so far away lighted by galaxies never being able to get to.… Continue reading Ships the Night
“I think that in many cases people tend to expect the other person to respond to them in a positive way first, rather than taking the initiative themselves to create that possibility. I feel that's wrong, it leads to problems and can act as a barrier that just serves to promote a feeling of isolation… Continue reading What Would The Dalai Lama Say?
Mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the craziest of them all? Alrighty then, so after this week's "shock & awe" take over at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue, and one could forgive the media for its obsessive need to point out every lie and incredibly scary feature of this man at the helm of this once great… Continue reading My Dad And The 45th
This last year everything went gray, My eyes have been stripped of the pink in the way. Letting go....giving in...accepting the inevitable. Introspection winds down the valley road of thought to the cabin of intention... There is grief behind the rose.
Glorious,divine light play on the leaves. Glorious, divine warmth, safety, chocolate. Glorious, divine. Furbabies,grandbabies,friends,family. Glorious,divine. Abundance forever. To you dear one, beloved creator, Metatron's cube, Michael's shield,Raphael your healing, Azrael your gentle hand. Glorious, divine. My gratitude, my heart.
It was in a time when we were both going through some things...in our marriages ...but for some reason couldn't or wouldn't talk to each other. It was a beautiful summer day, on a lark I thought I would take my 2nd born to visit. When I arrived there was the realization how miopic my… Continue reading Regretably Yours