Wake Up!


As the sun rises and we rise with it, how can we remember to be grateful that we did? With all the things to pull us down and make us feel blue, at least we are here, breathing and walking this earth of ours. 

We can choose to wake up and see the stuff that bugs us, or try really hard to look for the good, even when it seems like there isn’t much. And if you have an extra abundance of good, be sure to share it, especially with someone who might not have any. Look around because those people are everywhere. 

Some day you may be one of them and will be grateful for the kindness. We are all connected so everything we will ripple through the Universe and come back around. Good or bad. Might as well been good. 

So let’s greet the sun! Give our blessings and try to help out someone else. We can all beat the negative together. 

Poem: Spokes 


Wheel of sun

spinning above 

to roll through existence 

hot and heaving 

bringing  life to the brim

Crawling upon edges 

grasping for cracks

Keep driving electric

your blazing bright light 

down below it moves us

now upright and grown

Don’t let go 

the honor 

For we will scatter 

and hide 

in the shadows of your 

Spokes

Amazing Beauty 


Sometimes the beauty of the world is so apparent. It hits us straight on usually when we need it most. 

In its silent wonder, it communicates more than most words ever could. And in times when we may long for those words of comfort, nature will speak its bounty. 

Those of us who spend most of our time alone, use nature as a partner. It is our go to comrade in times of trouble or sadness–the soothing scenes ease our souls. 

And in times of joy, nature becomes the dance partner twirling us around as we soak in the scenery. 

Few souls can’t be tamed by its mystery and glory. From the tiniest insect to the grandest mountain–each can move a human. 

Those trapped within concrete and cities have become robots. Their angst is palpable because they have forgotten to look. As we lose our natural areas, man becomes lost also.

So that is why we must always remember to preserve these places. As they die off, so do we. As species continue to disappear, the web that we are a part of weakens. 

This means wherever we are, we must keep looking for the beauty around us. It is everywhere! And it our job to find it, appreciate it and preserve it so others will enjoy it too.

Rainy Days


There is beauty in a rainy day. As the water pours down, soaking the earth and providing the plants with a drink, it can feel luscious to sit indoors listening to the purifying sounds. In a place where rain and storms can be scarce, a full day of heavy showers feels like a gift. The natural cascading cadence coming from the sky easily acts as a lullaby–rocking the unsuspecting book worm to sleep. Curled up under a blanket, the white noise soothes the brain. Soon the eyes will  close and the body drifts off to another realm as the drum of the raindrops beat on.

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It is a natural cycle, the sun and rain, the play and rest. The softer mood and grayer colors paint these moments. It’s slow and inward.

Use it. Lean into it. Even indoors let the rainy days baptize and renew the soul.

Poem: Illumina 


Sometimes it’s time 

to look around 

and quietly remember 

to be grateful 

 See the splendid glory

Outside the fortress 

of the  crumbling mind 

Hung in humbled awe

and drained of worldly worries 

The moon’s Illumina 

Darkened places glow

All moments belong 

To be cherished 

(Or overlooked) 

They fly by

Regardless 

Each one held

Precious and sweet 

May not last longer 

But will feel lighter

to hold 

Walking


During my walk through my ‘village’, I am constantly struck by what an alien landscape it is to me. Even the name of the place reminds me of some sort of Sci Fi novel where you can’t be quite sure who is human and who might appear so, but is really a look-alike with highly functioning artificial intelligence.

The homes are all blazingly white, with only specifically allowed colored shutters and all laid out with the same floor plan–this giving the effect of some weird colony created by Big Brother (it was actually in the ’70’s, and BB was the usual group of condo types trying to create the ultimate paradise), but getting cookie cutter instead. It was a good thought and the prices were good, so the humans came…

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But as I stroll around a corner and am by myself, the southern sun shimmering off the dazzling white homes, I feel transported to decades into the future. Maybe I am the last ‘real’ human left here, wandering the streets, pretending to be one of ‘them’. They sit behind their curtains, with no honest food in their refrigerators (because they don’t eat) and their hollow laughs echoing in my mind. Who are they really?

I walk and wonder. Do they know who I am? Do they watch me from behind those standard colored shutters? Am I safe? My heart picks up a pace. The heat beats down.

Then I turn a corner. Music drifts from one of the identical homes. I listen: some 60’s tune I recall… And in the driveway next to this home, a car has a bumper sticker: COEXIST. You know the one: with each letter representing some spiritual symbol.

And I snap back: maybe they are really human after all? I remember now, it’s 2017 and it might be OK.

As I’m walking, I briefly look up at the empty blue sky above me. And just for a moment, I imagine a huge billowing mushroom cloud. I lower my head and keep walking…

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Poem: Out There 


Subdued and subtle 

Lonely floating dreams 

In the graying hues of mystery 

On the in between 

Of times endless possibilities 

That shifting cosmic universe

Here and there

Nowhere at all

Endings remain different 

The beginning may not be real

Reflection an illusion 

The power of brilliance spilled 

Hitting upon that moment 

Caught 

Slowly it sways 

Turning in only itself 

There is freedom 

And the ever spinning sphere 

Blows out into space 

To be swallowed 

By the cosmic constellations