I hope today isn’t my last…
She prickles on surreal land
She reaches for the A.C.
Ravioli Dreams of Nonna
Mostly, I remember that Nonna couldn’t speak–Italian or English. Her vocal chords were irreversibly damaged as a young child. Yet the spoken word wasn’t necessary for her to be understood and endeared.
Let me–Oh, Pine!
Nature is my balm.
Nightly Stella Mightly
Tonight, before brushing her teeth and going to sleep, Stella might:
I miss you.
Do you find beauty where others find ugliness?
Wait, Before you Go (Again)
Savor friends and sip of stress
Let it Go
Does your mind, heart, and soul move in concert to make your world dance on its axis? Or does your mind take over? Grasping to lead you towards an assumed position? Distracting you with each dip, lunge, sashe, twirl, kick, ball, and step? Tilting your axis only to wobble your will? Losing your focus finally…