
The mourning dove, late afternoon
cooing out its peaceful tune
the sounds of grace
that fill the space
of any lonely room.


The mourning dove, late afternoon
cooing out its peaceful tune
the sounds of grace
that fill the space
of any lonely room.


Is it not Life tries to ruse
by preaching riches can amuse?
The unpretentious
conscientious
find true meaning in life’s clues.


And isn’t it the butterfly
Who, at first, must analyse
escaping routes
and second doubts
before it reaches sky?


I’m an avid gym-ster. Most weeks I hit it at least five times a week. Last time I went was March 12th and it seems like months ago.
On lockdown with husband, daughter, her boyfriend and my two grandkids (ages 4 and 2), I have managed to hit pads and leave the compound to play tennis.
Grandkids? Alrighty, then. That’s where the real workout comes in.
This brain is ticking but attention spans are short. Here’s what we’ve done so far:
The next project – I will make a game board with pictures of family members. After we roll the dice or spin the spinner, whoever’s picture we land on, that person must do an action for us to imitate. We’ll see on that one!
More later.
More ideas are always appreciated – especially if they are different from the standard stuff we find on the internet.
This “episode” of life requires thinking outside of the box! But right now? I’m going to curl inside my box for a good nap.





Is it really a charade
to be alone in respite’s shade?
contemplation
a salvation
in thinker’s promenade.

Stay safe out there!
Take a moment to breathe – 2

And, oh, the joy when sphere is formed
and floats in search of things adored
keen awareness
filling bareness,
enlivened, then it soared.

Take a moment to breathe – 2

And, oh, the joy when sphere is formed
and floats in search of things adored
keen awareness
filling bareness,
enlivened, then it soared.
