This is a poem that I wrote many years ago now, though I still find comfort in it today. May you find what you need.   I Found Myself in the Garden   I found myself in the garden today; Planting flowers in new places  Where old dirt had been dug up Sunflowers; shining light…

What does that mean to be independent? Are we not dependent?   On the sun to rise, On our lungs to remember how to breath, On the grass to know how to grow?   Are we not dependent, On the seasons to move from spring to summer to autumn to winter? What if they forgot…

The sun rises And then The drops come Slowly, at first, Just a sprinkling   And then Louder And Louder Bigger And Bigger   It’s pouring now The sky dumping in entire contents Onto the earth Soaking the fields Flooding the rivers Filling the ponds   Then it stops.   Silence.   Just a faint…

Just two days ago I was was bubbling over with a feeling of abundance  Isn’t it funny how those things shift?   It’s harder now, to reach back to that time  To find the energy to uplift  I know it is there  The sensation lingers in my body  Isn’t it funny remembering a feeling but…