July 2022

I never had my heart stolen by anyone so grandas when I was three and discovered my sweet granddad my memories only go back to when I was threeIt...

It’s the words not spoken out loudlingering in the air like a dark cloud It seems silence is deafeningwaiting for, peace to bring It is like a train stopped...

Natures bywaysnot cement highways Its flowering plantsmarching army ants squirrels racingplaying, chasing mocking birds talkingslow turtles walking ducklings following in a rowfollow mama where she goes Owls that hoot...

Lifes miles are years in the making.sound, voices, patterns, relationships making sometimes it’s a simple thing; it doesn’t take much to inventyou’re never questioning why because you’re living in...

repost On a lazy summer, breezy dayGrandads garden flowers would rock and sway A more beautiful scene could not equateFrom The view I had from his garden gate My...