Such sorrow I have known that I must laugh instead of cry;

Like the joy in my heart that brings a tear to my eye.

10-15-18

Thank you God for the questions, may they never end

Thanks for the uncertainty, and for the riverbend

Thank you for the mountainrise

And for the desert vast

Thank you for this moment, and not allowing it to last.

And thank you for stopping me from rushing through my day:

For writing down my gratitude before it slips away.

10-25-18

We pray for peace with ourselves, for peace with each other, and for peace among nations.

10-31-18

That I may find grace in ordinary things,

That I may be inspired by what the day brings,

That I not be afraid of the darkness or what’s true

That I be at peace with this moment, and at peace with all of you,

That I may accept my slowness as the colors turn to gray,

And all my imperfections that I’ve learned along the way.

It is in the thought of leaving that makes me feel so blessed-

For the earth does not belong to us, on earth we are a guest.

11-4-18

The stars are the light of souls, now body gone.

They teach us to look up in our darkness, do not fear the night or the loneliness there.

11-11-18

I want to spend some time with you if only in our heart:

We never could see eye to eye so that is a better place to start.

12-9-18

The cold grey sky is calming. The colors more subtle, the spaces between greater.

The quiet stillness of nature: content with herself.

12-27-18

Arrives the dawn, the moment slows, our presence will be allowed, it’s glory will be shared.

It is in this moment the gift arrives. To pause, to be present, to connect. So happy to be alive.

To find peace, beauty, connection, in this place, this moment,

Otherwise it can never be found.

In nature, that is where our scripture is written:

In the cycle of life and death, the reality,

Everything is forgiven.

2-12-17

I am rooted in sorrow

I am rooted in truth

I am not rooted in joy

I am not rooted in peace

I am rooted in struggle.

Why would I ever want to change?

4-11-17

To be of the moment, to be of the earth,

To give up before and after and the religion of my birth,

I am almost done, I can almost feel,

I am almost dead, I am almost real.

4-28-17

Just born, soon to die

The space between – The blink of an eye.

Back again the infinite burn,

I wish I knew what I forgot to learn.

I feel as though I am climbing to higher branch,

A little weaker, A little more alone, A little less steady,

The view – A little more beautiful.

Thanks for joining me!

Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton