My Dear One, What do you find comforting in life?  A summertime storm rolling in through the valley?  A hot cup of coffee?  A warm cat cuddled in your lap?  Snuggling under warm covers while the snow falls outside?  I’m sure many of us could make long lists of things which give us comfort.  They … Continue reading "True Comfort"

Heavy footsteps through the snow To find the marker set below Her.   To see letters and numbers etched Into name and dates Finalizing the event In stone.   Mind wandering back through time Still can’t comprehend the crime Committed.   But weren’t we all committed Into psych ward Mistakenly called a home With you? … Continue reading "For Her"

I am not what I’ve said. I am not what I’ve read. I am not what you know. But I am what you show.   I am not what I’ve done. I am not lies I’ve spun. I am not what you sense. But I am no pretense.   I am not what I’ve dreamed. … Continue reading "A Riddle"

My Dear One, Elementary school art class.  The first day I used the technique called papier mâché.  A messy process, and one I did not enjoy because of the distasteful way the paste made my hands feel.  We all had a balloon, and dipped strips of newspaper into the paste, applying them to the balloon, … Continue reading "Free"

My Dear One, No life.  No living.  Decay, decline, and disintegration.  What some of us fear when things seem to stop around us, when ambition and motivation is lost, and despair overtakes us.  We can’t see the way forward, the way which leads to growth.  All has stopped, and we wonder how long we will … Continue reading "Stagnation"