Drifting into the past,
thinking about our last home
and the lovely gardens.
I remember saying goodbye
to the garden as we prepared
to leave for the last time.
I remember the tears
of farewell to the garden -
a place of labor and joy
and a respite from the world.
And, then I remember
the tears of farewell

Stepping off into the new -
never a truly clear path,
always an adventure.
Holding my breath
as though preparing to dive
into the clear, cool water.
And then the dive,
leaping into the air,
suspended,
silence,
the moment
before landing in the water.
Will it be a beautiful clean dive

Flitting
Ideas flying
Mind to and fro
Tasks a plenty
So much to do
So many ideas
Woohoo
Hit the mat
Breathe
Ground
Bring it all inside
Back to center
Build the foundation
A breath of fresh air
Calm
Solid
Inviting
Home

Movement
waking and stretching
as if from a long nap
spring is here
the air feels different
the birds
oh my goodness, the birds
singing their sweet songs
pulling forth life
from within my being
hello spring
Going for a walk
looking for a spring pic
came upon a spring

A gathering of family
to honor the birthday
of a loved one, now gone.
Candles fluttering or
flickering out in the breeze.
Flowers placed on the mandala
surrounding his final resting place.
Bits of sharing,
a few tears,
some silence
and some laughter.
Then on to a glass of wine,
a "blech" by Grandma as

It's a dreary rainy day.
My heart is pounding.
My eyes threaten to spill.
But, it's not the grief this time.
It's about me.
It's about the unknowing.
It's about the chaos I see in the world.
It's about my sense of helplessness.
it's about thinking there must be
Something, I can do.
For me, ranting and raving against