Today, I opened my spring/summer suitcase, pulled out a pair of sandals and shorts, and painted my toenails red.
The season is changing.
Hot cocoas, stews and blankets are going into hibernation.Mojitos, salads, and light sheets will replace them.I’m not ready for the heat of summerBut I am ready for the…
If you see my car strolling through your neighborhood, please don't be alarmed - I'm not there for you. I am only there for the trees. Trees have a way of feeding me. I think about climbing their limbs, sitting a while and falling asleep under its shade. When there is canopy - each tree…
I was visiting my sister in New Jersey when I noted two small birdhouses hanging in her backyard. She told me Sav made them for the kids, and I would get to meet him that afternoon. He came over to fix some stepping stones in the yard, my sister introduced us, and I commented on…
On my way to church to make ten gallons of chili for a cookoff, Markolee asked to stop at this little library. He didn't find anything he wanted but I found The Inner Voice of Love by Henri J.M. Nouwen. In one of the spiritual imperatives - Give Gratuitously - he wrote, "Often love is…
There is no such thing as perfection, they say, but
I wholly disagree - the places I've lived told me otherwise.On the island of my birth and where I spent my early years, I ate Jackfruit, June plums, and bananas ripened by the sun.In Newark, New Jersey, the birds told me it was spring, twenty-five cent…
What I want is poetry -
to live out moments that can be woven into words.
I want to
watch tulips open their lips to the breeze
and behold sunsets that spread like fire across the sky.
I want to be mesmerized by spring's new green
and taste the sweet nectar of summer's fruit.I want to walk barefoot by ocean's…