Slow Dance There are moments in the dance of our life when the tune is lively and the tempo is fast. Those are the moments when you want to swing from cloud to cloud and bask in the light of the sun. Yes, the times when the dance floor is full, and the energy from
Dear Clear Blue Skies, You are the epitome of all we wish our lives to be, perfect days of perfect sunshine, with no clouds to mar the day. But what would it be like if the ever changing sky became never changing. Every morning, noon and evening yet another clear blue sky? There would be
Nature calls to me Ever so eloquently I’m every birds song She speaks to me Beckoning quietly In whispers on the wind It’s time to come home To feel alive once again
Dear Dream Awakened from my peaceful slumber by your visions greatly impassioned left to decipher the intricate code of your message quite creatively fashioned Fashioned into a delicate puzzle whose pieces daintily float away racing and reaching to catch them only to behold my empty hands, in dismay Dear Dream, are you a fortune teller
A Quiet Heart 