What Crosses My Mind

  • Good Morning

    It’s how my day begins. I’m in my chair with a coffee and scanning the news, while my dog lays nearby with a toy. I have a couple of choices to make. I keep watching the news, or I choose to put on some music. I’ll begin with some Moody Blues to perhaps find inspiration.…

  • Things We Bring Up

    It’s all a part of us, how we navigate through our lives, some would say, too much information, and yet it is how we breathe, rest our shoulders, pause our eyes. The world we live in, how we, ourselves find room some path, to identify our soul, know our heart, at least we wish we…

  • If, Wonder Might Recall

    We circle our lives in a constant twirl deciding upon a sacred trust of following trails cascading in waters a fresh, puritanical veil we are always looking, wondering, in a wander if this is what is meant to be our only real.   Remember when as a child the sweet irony of morning the sun…

  • This Was That Place

    Where I began, a small boy sad eyes would venture forward inside cloud grey skies This was the way I began while all around me lives gave credence toward some manner by which to understand. This was when I began to wonder about where everyone else had gone, why the constant search, what could possibly…

  • When Last We Spoke

    I asked you what you were reading, and then asked you, come and live with me, and then I received your letter, and you said good bye, I never ever tried to ask you why, yet one day I awoke and thirty years of our lives, had suddenly just gone away, with our own worlds…

  • Face in Shadows

    I did a double take, while she relaxed in the waves, a quick look, assessing followers without giving away the moment lips, smile, a certain nod, held high but not for me, while you stole away, I glanced to see her safe out of harm’s way, while we wandered like two strangers pass across each…

  • Afterthoughts

    Those times before the moment occurs when the passion is strong the desire we abhor a notion that spurs our memory to try and belong to the instance when reflection caused a stirring memory a simple chance a new solution that inner voice the kind we often bury See the surreal light makes our lives real…

  • Back Story

    A trail leads to the crest of the hill A slow walk Notice rocks shift with each step Thinking about that moment Wondering while winding along Aimless with purpose in solace ~ I remember a story However it only gains strength When retold in detail Moments to help recognition And then before, again, one time,…