I make imperfect marks in my lived experienceyet I must align myself tolived experience as it actually is,not how I desire it to be my foibles don’t define meany more than my successes,as I am incomplete without themboth,this is my perfect imperfection I muster compassion for myself and othersas we all live this incomplete perfectionI’ll … More Perfect Imperfection
I long to sing Here Comes the Sun while opaque clouds spill April snow I long to sing Here Comes the Sun while quarantine silos all at home We’ve had an unusually snowy April here in SE Michigan, or maybe I just noticed it more since I am staying inside. Notice the two turkeys in … More Waiting for the Sun
Sometimes we sing Always we breathe Sometimes we love Always we touch Sometimes life brings us to laugh Always hearts beat in our chests Sometimes we dance in the rain Always blood runs through our veins Sometimes we grieve for a loss Always we long for a peace Sometimes we’re tranquil inside of turmoil Always … More What the Living Do*
Wind Rush 