Somewhere Between

No matter how tall you grow You’ll never touch the top of the sky No matter how small you are You’ll always be touching the sky Top photo was taken of our back yard trees in summer; the bottom photo is a brood of wood duck chicks that visited our yard in spring.

Hooptedoodle

Noisy black birds fly across the horizon of my mind Tiny busy ants scurry in all directions inside my head Tangled kudzu vines choke out the focus of creative thought Stop Notice Create a still space think the thought with intent Create another still space before thinking another thought    This poem is about mental … More Hooptedoodle

Real Time

Let’s meet in a space between patience and impatience in that time when life actually happens – and let silence be our conversation   The signature line for my email is from an article by David Cain. It reads “Patience…is the willingness to live life at the speed at which it actually happens.” This concept … More Real Time