I thought I saw a glimpseof angel wings with one tear clinging,  or maybe it was my imagination or my dream realized, or so I thought, for in that fleeting brushand drop, a celestial crystal ball of truths;  after all, I write my own future,  and sometimes the signsare only meant to be clues only detectable in the listening of the vision  within that … Continue reading Glimpses

Where They Go

Summer break gone in a blink;where do the days gowhen I'm the least busyand, pandemic or not,rarely leave my homeeven to visit the sea? How many hours passcrouched and stretchedin the unmanicured rental yard, despised by neighbor,though I upkeep what leasedand am secretly thankful for my wild.  Old iPhone so past its primeone of my obsessionsonly for … Continue reading Where They Go

Drops of Fuchsia

A sojourn among the wildflowersis what my soul needsin regular doses,down low among the "weeds"where time does not stand still,but the world does,for nothing exists in the momentexcept for us, and no greater beauty can there bethan in the nonmanhandled,outside-the-garden-lines seedthat blooms so gracefully,silently defying, yet exuding pure peace;that peacetransfers into my essenceas I listen with my soulto the … Continue reading Drops of Fuchsia

Little Tree On The Mountaintop

Little tree on the mountaintopbeneath sun's celestial reach,planted purposely at the very peakor actively advancing toward dreamsfrom a seed,more mighty to methan the mountain itselfand all of the tallest treesbeneathlooking up. Little tree on the mountaintopBiblically reminiscent,perhaps a Jesus storynever told,or the Lord'sseemingly futile reachto have us remember this precious given life'sgoals. Who is changed upon the descent … Continue reading Little Tree On The Mountaintop


Some set off to find themselves; some say wherever you go, there you are. Some never choose paths to explorebut remain stagnant, wishing upon stars. (But stars are evermoving,taking those wishes with them,beckoning the dreamer to followthe paths constellationly charted.)I set off with no objective,but upon returning, the self-reflection(thoughts actually in the clouds!)made me realize about myselfthat I … Continue reading Confirmations


Blue skies seem sometimesbehind us too far,and when the oasis of nearness dissipates into illusionyet again, we dangerously tire,as the colors of hopefadelike sidewalk chalk in the rain,and we driftwithout careinto the storm. But as long as there areforks and bendsin the paths and roads,what-ifs and depends,Fate can only temporarily takehostages,for choice and circumstanceand weather will permitthe opportunitiesto change … Continue reading Drifting

Simply Introverted

She fans silken petals, the softest of shells, not to be coy, just discreetly distancing herself, comfortable cocooned, guilty of pretense, privacy preferred over others' presence, never unfriendliness, just not social; passions and interests captivate most when alone. Tending to her own tendrils, internal biodome,  nirvana nurtured, nature, home. She shows the sides she chooses; do … Continue reading Simply Introverted