The Journey….By David Whyte

I’ve never been a huge reader of poetry, or writer of poetry until I became a member of the WP community.  As my time here as moved forward, my horizons have been broadened. I’ve come to appreciate the written word so much more then in my youth. The fact that I discovered and unearthed a want and need to write, well lets just say it was a very cool find.

 I came across the Poet David Whyte, in my email inbox of all places, as an Amazon recommendation. While sipping my coffee yesterday, I decided to check David out. I listened to him reading and sharing some of his poetry on YOUTUBE. Well…looks as though there are some more books to be bought in my future.

THE JOURNEY struck a cord with me. I’ve ‘sticky-noted’ it to my pc (Thnx C for turning me on to the sticky note thingy on this laptop!!) Anyway, I felt the need to share..both in written form and in David’s voice.


Above the mountains
the geese turn into
the light again
Painting their
black silhouettes
on an open sky.
Sometimes everything
has to be
inscribed across
the heavens
so you can find
the one line
already written
inside you.
Sometimes it takes
a great sky
to find that
first, bright
and indescribable
wedge of freedom
in your own heart.
Sometimes with
the bones of the black
sticks left when the fire
has gone out
someone has written
something new
in the ashes of your life.
You are not leaving.
Even as the light fades quickly now,
you are arriving.

by David Whyte.


Time Marches On….

Today is day 290 since Jim died. I know the day will come when I stop counting….or at least I hope so 😔
In the meantime..I count…I grieve. I laugh. I cry. I write………and I finally blew the dust off my Nikon. It's time.
Took myself over to Joyner and walked a bit….took a few pics, then sat under a tree and wrote…..

Last day of July
That’s another full month without you.
As I sit here
Life is happening all around me.
Though I'm crying inside,
The beauty and gifts of this day
Are not lost to me….
I'm grateful for the breeze that’s
Whispering through the trees…
To the dragonfly and butterfly
Who's dance I was gifted to be
Witness to….
Bird song being sung
By an eclectic choir
While the cicadas add their
Own pitch to the magical
Music of Nature…..

While I sit here
Thinking of you….
Still crying my silent tears..
I close my eyes…..
I 'feel' your caress
'hear' your whispers
As the breeze softly blows
Through the branches of the

Another month without you….
Somehow I've made it through……

Green 💚🌳

When one is having a meltdown….one walks…..and breathes…and takes in ‘the green’ and is Grateful 💚🌳🙏

Grant me the ability to be alone,

May it be my custom to go outdoors each day

among the trees and grasses

among all growing things

and there may I be alone,

and enter into prayer

to talk with the one

that I belong to.

~Rabbi Nachman of Bratzlav~

Nature Heals 💚

Outside amongst nature

Is where I need to go

As I bleed my sadness

And allow the pain to flow…

Curled up on the ground

I become one with the Earth

My tears spill over 

As my heart feels a rebirth…

Releasing the anguish 

Setting it free

Lightens my load

While it allows me to be…

Connected to You

Our Souls intertwined

By an invisible thread

That even words can’t define.

I. Love. You. Husband ❤


My Morning Musing ☀

Good Morning All……it’s been a while since I’ve posted anything. Life has a way of getting in the way lately. I’m slowly turning this house into a home. I’m actually catching myself, while I’m out and about, thinking I can’t wait to get ‘home’ which I take as a good sign. 🏡

Slowly getting the place furnished as I help my daughter with her ‘stuff’. Last week she had surgery to remover her gallbladder so I was in nana and mommy duty…all this while they are trying to buy their own home 😬 Craziness…..though it’s keeping me busy. 

But, I’m finding myself restless to start picking up my pencil. Pick up my pen. Pick up a paintbrush.   I’m restless to write…restless to paint…….so this is my morning musing….

Wishing y’all a beautiful day…

Tree limbs


As the sky begins to lighten

Bird song erupts

Breaking the silence

As it announces 

Mornings arrival

Awakening my senses

As this new day unfurls….