Today’s entry in
my Book of Days has not been
written yet. May I
choose to write this day’s pages
with a compassionate heart.
~
Outside the window
my friend Crow squawked, whether in
support or lively
skepticism, I don’t know,
but Owl doesn’t give a hoot.
JDG
There’s only so much
bending even trees can do
before they snap.
JDG
Maybe it’s tiny, but still it’s a step.
Little learnings
can take you
a long
way.
JDG
How does it go – as
above so below? Dark clouds
interspersed with light.
With each storm the pond
rose higher, spilling onto
nearby land. The pond,
like us, can only hold so
much before it overflows.
JDG
Strolling down the road,
those wild turkeys seized their
chance and organized
a small parade. After days
of endless rain, it
was time to celebrate – they
must have been stir-crazy too.
JDG
Once she said to me,
“I’m Bienvenida and
so are you.” She grinned
when I smiled at
her cleverness – this artist,
thinker, pharmacist,
mother, sister, daughter, wife,
extraordinary
friend. I’ll forever cherish
her wit and her welcoming way.
JDG
( In celebration of the life of Bienvenida Ochs whose first name means “welcome” in Spanish. )
A steady downpour
without sparks and roar – we drown
in a watch of gray.
JDG
In one simple phrase
Jeb spoke volumes, letting us
know where his heart lies.
JDG
Hurricane season –
time to lay in provisions,
time to batten down
hatches whether hurricanes
rage on the inside or out.
JDG
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