3 to 1 in 5

One of three left in the black of night, As the white coats tried to play God. Stripping her heart of its peaceful rest, Claiming lawful words don’t matter. Third sister stood alone in the fight, In the blackness of that night. Second of three lay in a cloud of haze, Family tightly wound ’round… Read More

Sponge Full of Wonder

Sometimes the unexceptional becomes extraordinary:  gazing into a puddle of water, watching a child run after a puppy, seeing the first butterfly of the season, maybe even hearing the peaceful hum of your computer for the first time. When one becomes unexpectedly caught in a moment, you touch your unvarnished self – your soul. You… Read More

Trodden’d Upon

In our time, I’m thinking the more
we are trodden on the meaner we get.

I’m also thinking it doesn’t need to be that way.
Being trodden on forces change by changing a normal
expected pattern into a pattern of needing to think out of the box
so we grow in a different way. Read More