When I’m out and about, people are annoying idiots. When I’m home alone, all mankind is loving and good.
Personal Journal
Every dawn
Dawn is the glow of opportunity, the light of a fresh start, the aurora of hope breaking open a new day.
Only bruises
Poetry allows
my soul to age gracefully
my mind to land softly
amongst the new gray hairs —
without it I’d have thunked
into my forties with
tail bone, funny bone
and spirit broken
Voyages
A journal is a journey — our own personal passages of self.
Torch
Grief is a fire
set to the heart —
burning some things away
keeping others aflame
Haunted
There are more ghosts in an unwell body than in an entire haunted mansion.
I accept you
Okay — I give in — I accept you — Middle Age
I am tired — I want to sit down — unrushed —
to read — and drink hot tea — and — Breathe
the number of years behind me — and ahead of me —
no longer concern me — mathematically or emotionally
I have come to rest in the sturdy arms of the Present —
where Time has been waiting for me — my whole Life
Rain & shine
Many things happen rain or shine, but rainbows are so special they happen
Floral
My mind is like a seed packet of assorted wildflowers — I get happiness and sadness and whatever else
Our path
A morning walk starts us off on the right foot for the day.
Notoolong
We are only but guests at Time’s tea party.
Veggie soup
peeling this sweet potato
i can smell the earth
i close my eyes and smile
then cry —
when did i get so removed
from the soil, the land
from simplicity —
the family garden
in grade school
my bare feet on warm dirt
i was so happy
there were carrots
and worms
and life
was carefree —
i finish making soup
do the chores
the day was busy
i am tired —
the nights
when there is time
enough leftover
to snuggle into bed
a little early & read
and i can keep
my eyes open
long enough for it —
this is heaven
simple, free, happy
heaven
Process
Your healing will never be complete if you treat it as a destination.