Category: Love

  • My Keys in the Palm of My Hand . . . . .

      In reviewing  decades of my life with my kaleidoscopic perspective,  is a stressful endeavor.  I was cautioned to go slow.   ( At 92, how fast can I possibly go at this time?)  Most people are given to wait until they are on the side where  support friends already are. Or here  and I laughed…

  • A Warm Hug. . .

    \I was just 16 when my younger sister caught me in a lie leaving me so embarrassed that on the spot I knew that I would forever tell the truth.  And from that moment on, I became a truth teller.  I alibied  others or as my sister said, made excuses for  them, but was hard…

  • And is god enough . . . . .of course. . .

      So Who Cares. . . Nobody they say. . . Except you know you do. . . All it takes is just one I hear, to look for the sun to rise each morning. . . . to look at the moon at night and wonder, . . . . where home is. .…

  • Always the Empty Chair. . . Times Such as These. . .

     It  is late.  And I am an old woman.  I sit here and cannot see the keys of the keyboard because  I weep.  I have delayed coming and writing this again which seems to be a signature poem of mine and it is not an honor I wish to claim.  In differing times I took…

  • Virtue In The Doing. . . .

    The Keys Of The Kingdom. . . . (In the conversation I mention about the satisfaction in the doing of what most consider work with my brother Stanley, and he said I hold the keys of the kingdom,  in my terminus I see the wisdom of this.  I was told to ‘do and you will…

  • Let the children tell us. . .

    Do I have more minutes to finish?   There was no time for answers because the little one with a dash was out of sight.   In a few minutes he was back and announced,  I finish.   Having learned to wait while private things were finished,  I waited again while he proceeded to his room. I followed…

  • I hold the candle for you. . . .

                        We are bringing to close another year with what are special gifts.    It is the gift of gratitude for life, of a peace not yet finished and a state of mind that is in itself a miracle.  These are limited only by focus and not…

  • the last bird sings. . . .

    This is a very difficult post for me to write.   Since I have been blogging, I have shared many personal thoughts. What has caused me pain is fully factual and I encourage my readers to Google it.  I have no credentials after my name but I am entering the last decade of my hundred years…

  • the twig already bent from a somewhere and . . . when. . .

          How To Do It. . . .when I scribe. . . . You ask. . .             On focusing, your thoughts, your words. . .             how do you do it? I say. . .   I barrel down into my center and listen             with my inner ear and hear what…

  • Love Awaits . . .with a putting place. . .

    October 27, 2022. . .(I posted this essay more than 5 years ago and my thoughts today have only deepened.  The wish I hold still is that there would have been someone early on that I could have voiced my thoughts with no fear.  In my terminus I fulfil the old maxim that the end…