Reflection

True Self

As difficult as threading a needle riding bareback on a bucking horse, is the study of the true owner of my observations. Who does the watching of the

May 16, 2026 · 1 min read

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Two Pieces - If Only and Fireflies

If Only If Only, I don’t have regrets but I know a missed opportunity when I see one. If only I had taken off the

May 12, 2026 · 3 min read
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Grateful Rememberings

I am struck by the enormity of the love I have received and only know its breadth and depth by the chasm that lies empty now.

May 10, 2026 · 1 min read
Reflection

I Went to the Rock

The crack of thunder, a frenzied dance of branches, safe inside a broken heart. Unsettled, nothing is as it was. Not that the past was a

May 9, 2026 · 1 min read
Reflection

Saturday Morning

I have to laugh! I spent the good part of the first hour of my day thinking about getting out of bed before doing so. The

May 2, 2026 · 2 min read
Poetry

A Mind Aligned

Samādhi I: Tending Gardens Centered on the middle way, wobbling in tree pose, hands at heart center, the noise ebbs as the quiet mind sets an

April 29, 2026 · 1 min read
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Celebrating Earth and Your Day

And so, my love, it is your birthday, not that we began your celebrations that day. We often started on the first of April, sometimes before

April 22, 2026 · 1 min read
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A Glimpse of Tupelo Honey

It doesn't take much, a random thought, the first notes of a Van Morrison song, or a thousand others, each tied to images, to

April 10, 2026 · 1 min read
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After A Life Well Lived

The face now etched from a thousand smiles, the lines on brow from eyebrows raised in wonder. The sharp pains that jab on my right side

April 2, 2026 · 1 min read
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Spilled Wine To Remember

This morning holds more than memories; they are imprints etched into the very fabric of my soul, kept safely in the chambers of my heart. This

April 2, 2026 · 2 min read
Prose

Walk on the Beach

Against the bluest sky I shield my eyes from the sun to see the gulls drop oysters from above, letting gravity do the work of cracking

March 30, 2026 · 2 min read