singing silver bells

Mr. Finn Fridays. Sofa snuggles, lots of purrs. Blue eyes, ginger fur. His whiskers so white, frame his face of tiger stripe, apricot-tipped ears. Siamese flamepoint, wearing his warm winter coat, singing silver bells.

in remembrance

most days are filled with something but today I am struggling. you never know what will affect you, how it will affect you until it affects you. experience a loss of life, a very long well-lived life; and then remember that life on the first day of spring. thoughts are like dandelions seeding one memory and …

should i stay or should i go

you cannot stay just because the people will you to. life fulfillment goals are your own they are equally important and when your presence has purpose, that is gold and when it doesn't, that's when it's time to go. (c) March 2013

leave me

comfortably me with my dhoti yoga pants and Tevas. walking barefoot on the sand and concrete dangling legs, toes dipping into the water's surface you ask me who I am I don't know what to say I am constantly evolving there are so many things I don't know. yet. like who I want to be …