Every hour we are someone Different, Every day something new Learned, Death is just another

The chimes outside the pottery studio ring like a temple bell, calling the faithful to honor,

Perhaps it is the mind separating things into this and that. Perhaps it is the mind with it’s preferences

Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a

Oh hummingbird Where are you now? Have you taken My courage with you? Oh hummingbird

Not sure where we are headed, Could be a long ride, Keep your heart steady, Open wide your eyes. There is something to learn

Today, I wish the pain to go, the fatigue that I fight so. This process of aging is unkind and yet, the law of nature is a fast lane of change.

Sometimes wonder about a star, way afar. How life might be in outer space,

Inspiration is in the falling of rain, the soft coo of birds in late afternoon, the sinking of the

Sitting on the lake shore, Which made my heart soar, The water rippled at times, Swirled into beautiful lines, Clouds reflected in it’s mirror,

White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,

Brown hawk with spotted tail, soaring on the wind, balancing like a sail. Your piercing cry

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

Cool breeze rustles through the tr… drifting into my open door and leads me to the window to see leaves falling with abandon. Highlights of red and gold lace

Grateful for: Sunrise of pink and gold Showing the way, Lighting the sky, To another blessed day.