What Crosses My Mind

  • I Get Jealous Sometimes

    So kind, so generous, so compassionate, words I feel evade me, when in the lower moments I forget about my humanity. We all possess this ability to turn down our opportunity to live our lives free of scrutiny. Oh we do have paths, we must learn to live by, and yet when we become self…

  • Distance Learning

    So, I imagined this happening, the wave of the virus, would shut us down, remove our access to the classroom.   A part of me appreciated the break, I could still with students, have a dialogue in the distance, never contemplated the reality.   Then the news, the overbearing sentence of every teacher, every student,…

  • Walking Upon Time

    A reflection spoke prophetic synapse unwind while the world in mechanical fashion carried on, carried on inside the mind sweet redemption await for years of burden.   If we could match our inside with the now would it be easier in a balance could  heart remind background our vision, sad eyes, might forever shine.  …

  • Once, In Sunlight

    We did in quiet observation, attend of course the eyes windows that speak well beyond the notice of a fashion, of a trend, of an expectation.   Instead, just a glance where both pain and joy can reside, can wait for the next opportunity to speak aloud in the framework of sweet silence.   We…

  • Humanity Pleads Perfection

    If while our lives compete silence stands beyond our wares.   Pre-disposed to finding value in a fragile state of mind.   We dig humanity, its pitfalls suggested to be given advocacy.   Wanting to forge forward in valor a calculated appraisal of possibility.   When suggestion speaks necessarily give allowance no matter scrutiny.  …

  • Glance into The Morning Fog

    Watching tree limbs bask in the morning fog Their own shadows hidden from naked eye We, the observer might question why Silence in storms, listen a croaking frog.   A world exists speak natural balance Deep in the wood, horrors of life aside Humanity breathe where watcher reside A home is habitat for those who…

  • On Positive Outcome

    We have these moments we, the human beings where emotions begin our day, end our nights, decide our way.   We sometimes cannot move a muscle our bodies so strong, resilient frozen to the ground, the nature of a piece of soft furniture becomes the bastion covet our ill.   Today, nature’s frozen ground sure…

  • There’s This Place I Like To Go

    In the quiet reminders of how we live our lives a silent recall will always come knocking always come knocking always come to somehow tell us we are a concept we remain here forever, always knocking, a steady rap of recurring thoughtful imagined lives that stir our hearts until all the passion we feel suddenly…

  • We All Know People

    We walk and talk and laugh and cry we very seldom wonder why. The world is a constant challenge to know what latest foil we avenge. She is a woman of substance, a smile so indicative of freedom in erstwhile company that does suggest harmony meant to soften the grit of calamity.   She does…

  • An Easter Sunday Prayer

    I would wish we might all love, if only for the hours of this day, turn to one another, the fear we even imagine in doing so, be put aside, for we are all wanting to show effort toward recognizing our own sense of balance in knowing there is a special bond, a reality, a…