Found Poem 4 I’m rooted here not there. Where, you ask? Isn’t it obvious? But knowing me I might not even see the opportunity to know the truth. Let me try again, I’m rooted here not there. The grass dampens my feet and I feel free. Solid ground holds me. The firm turf reminds me To look up to the sky … Continue reading Found Poem 4
My friend Nina Wilson posted her crazy bird drawing the other day. I believe it was draw a crazy bird day. Anyway, this is my crazy bird. Strictly from my imagination. Thanks Nina for your inspiration. Check out Nina’s great drawings @ https://methodtwomadness.wordpress.com/ Drawing by Melba Christie Continue reading My Crazy Bird
Does it matter what the groundhog sees, in times of such uncertainty? Spring will be eventually. Daffodils, and pink peonies bloom endlessly and I for one hope eternally. Nature promises to be true. All we need to do is do what matters the most and happiness will be our host. Complexities in life will not cease But if we love well meaning love each other … Continue reading Does it Matter What the Groundhog Sees?
Soft commotion and jubilation comes at a cost; we must free ourselves of negative thoughts; even the ones we produce on our own, certainly those grim ideas pronounced on loud speakers by others. It seems these days, the loud speakers are louder than ever. We know their truth and legitimacy. there is no doubt. FEAR suppresses the soul; But I need a thousand colorful and … Continue reading Soft Commotion and Jubilation