I turn to the grouch who lives inside me

and sprinkle her

with fairy

dust. I

don’t

know 

why, but

that makes things

worse. I guess I’ll

try offering her these French fries instead.

                                                                                                                    JDG

Uninvited, at least by me, deer came

and disturbed my

tidy world.

I pause

and

breathe

and, yes

remember,

they did not ask

 me to come and disturb their wild world.

                                                                                                      JDG

Through a tiny opening a small bird

flies, filling for

a moment,

this space

with

its

small song.

Nothing is

asked, but if I

choose, I can pause and celebrate life too.

                                                                                                     JDG

One minute I get it; the next minute

I lose it. How

long will this

game go

on?

Some

say not

to look for

it to end. They

say it will come to an end when I do.

                                                                                                            JDG

Complexity in morning light – dark clouds

 white clouds, sunshine

and shade, clear

views and

haze.

Earth

 holds each

 particle

and piece. In her

spacious embrace there’s room enough for all.

                                                                                                            JDG

To build large we must start small and persist

tiny bit by

tiny bit

’til we’re

done.

It 

also

helps if we

remember to

keep hearts’ doors ajar for joy to enter.

                                                                                                           JDG

I’m learning to turn my attention to

my breath throughout

the day. It

connects

my

mind

to my

body in

a natural way

making it less likely that I’ll go astray.

                                                                                                  JDG

Can’t change the weather no matter how much

I insist,

so

I’ll turn to

what I

can

do –

I can

love and laugh

listen and learn –

Hmm… it turns out I CAN change the weather.

                                                                                                                     JDG

Several strange synchronicities suggest

there’s a hidden

hand at work

behind

the

scene,

one that’s

willing to

help those who are

obviously oblivious like me.

                                                                                         JDG

Traveling down Beaverdam Creek Road, I

 realize there are

no beavers

here and

no

dam –

no creek

either. If

there’s deep meaning 

here, the poet in me should have found it.

                                                                                               JDG