My awareness is a gift My intention is the rudder My breath is my fuel

Stillness has brought me here. My inner world is deep. Yet I look up to pray My inner world is filled with life And yet I sit alone.

Years ago as a professional court reporter, I played with the idea of becoming a voice reporter, a person who speaks verbatim words while...

I wrote this poem “Eyelids” back in 2000. Life is a journey. Wisdom reveals itself through our eyes, our hearts, our minds and our souls....

What do I need is a common inner question. The world is demanding even in times of the coronavirus. My inner voice is reciting the...

hen I find a song that speaks to me, I am deeply moved. When I find a singer that represents the passion I feel, I am connected to my life,

Why am I never enough I ask? Everything I do has a label I’ve attached that I lack I’m not fast enough I’ll make a mistake I’m late I’m...

Choosy mothers choose jif Don’t let the door hit you on the way out Mind your manners Take a breath Random thoughts all mulling around...

While saying goodbye to my granddaughter yesterday She was lamenting with a pout How she was missing hugs and kisses

Every morning I sit in silence, trusting I’ll be led to words I write or words already written. I’m reminded of the ebb and flow of breath.