Tales along trails captured and penned
I hear my mind say – “Don’t just stay there, it won’t get better, get up and try, it won’t get worse!”
I ask, and when will it be over? I hear an answer, I don’t know! So I get up, to brave it through another day, because not knowing is hope enough, to keep going…
In life’s seasons of low, I shall still continue to glow. Each season I shall shed it all, until there is nothing for the wind to blow. And the next season again I shall grow and grow, until I reach my sky, still grounded to the earth I owe. If the storm comes for me,… Continue reading Seasons of Change
An ode about hope and life, from moments of detachment: I walked outside and I walked out. I see, as I walk I leave footprints, only to be swept away by the next tide. I see reflections in the water, of my past and of today… I ride on the last rays of the sun,… Continue reading An Ode to Hope and Life
At a cafe, facing the four mile beach, across the street at Port Douglas. I sat, sipping a glass of mango smoothie, melting in the summer heat, trickling down beads of water on the outside, into my palms. I pulled in my legs to give dear doggie under my table, some space. She appeared to be asleep. For company… Continue reading Doggie under my table
