What Crosses My Mind

  • 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…

  • We Spoke of Clouds

    Ours were lofty plans no one ever understood that really was the plan ~ soft sunsets in woods we lay in one another’s arms playing with our moods ~ looking in her eyes seeing clouds in satin skies long before any lies ~ nature left us bare with little consequence – love dance within my…