Why are you so concerned about the weather, especially the rain? Do you regret all the sunny days you spent worrying, fretting, toiling, complaining, or pretending “when I can… Then I will…” works?
Tag: life
Recognize the world surrounding As the reflection Of what’s going on inside It isn’t to guilt or shame It isn’t a punishment It’s just a…
As the power goes out yet again on the island, I wonder about the trees, and, what kind of idiot is flying that prop plane that’s cruising over . . . as the big bright ferry remains parked at the terminal across the narrows.
Spent my tens waiting for then… Spent my twenties seeking plenty… Spent my thirties getting dirty in worry… Started living in my forties… sorta. Less…
The road before And behind Is weathered with seasons Storms and Flash floods Sprinkled with silence A pregnant mist The utterly serene And timeless… While…