The Sun rises. Its rays reach us and we leave bed.How am I at this moment? Am I awake?And if I am, what I woke up to then?
By understanding the Romantic poets, John Keats among them, can we find meaning to…
I wonder where you are tonight.
Often, the delicate grows within
the harsh, the way the milky
Bring It On…the Beauty, the Kindness, the Compassion, and if you can’t bring it, Sing It!
Regrets can be fearful reflections of times gone by and pandemic spankings of self…
I face off with myself at the beginning of every day, by looking in the mirror, as I ask, “ok, now what…what’s to be on this day?”
When on the go, there are more
…whether it’s in the forest of plants or the forests of steel, glass, cement and mayhem, I want to always feel…
As a broken door lets in the light,