Life isn’t about someday or yesterday. It isn’t about what could have been or what may someday be. It’s about today, right now, this very moment. It’s about falling in love with the world around us every day. For me, it’s about the way I see the world through my eyes . . .

As I …

I woke to the lonesome sound of the mourning dove
Drawn to the sight of her, resting on the branch
Cautiously watching the others all around her
Yet she remained there, separate and alone
Calling out for something . . .
Tears burned my eyes, but did not fall
Softly I whispered to her
I know little bird
I know . . .

The Voice of Hope . . .
The voice of hope still believes in fairy tales and happily ever after. It is often quickly smothered by the voice of reason, and ridiculed by the voice of darkness and doubt. But somehow, no matter what happens in life, this voice continues to survive.
Yeah, sometimes the light …

Now and then, I find the darkest hours before dawn to be the most difficult. It took me a few moments to realize what woke me up, a few moments before I heard the wind howling, gusting at more than 50 mile per hour, branches scraping the side of the building.
It’s ironic that I love …

One voice, one girl
Sitting all alone
not caring who you are
She’s ignoring the world
and playing her guitar
Don’t want to do anything
but sing and play
The stress and the drama
it all goes away
Not worried about makeup or nails
instead she sings about her trials and tales
One voice, one girl
Singing with her guitar
ignoring the world . . .

Every community has one. Ours does. He is the community stranger. Ours is an old man, a strange old man. His old suit is well mended and clean, but he seems a bit different than you and me. His gruffy, scruffy dog is always at his side.
We are not sure where he comes from, or …

Some folks age gracefully.
I am not one of those people.
Tonight I took one look in the mirror and realized that the gray hairs I was seeing could no longer be confused with gentle highlights.
Now some folks look great with gray sprinkled through their hair.
I am not one of those people.
I grabbed my keys, jumped in …

Someone was watching out for us here in our little corner of the world today.
Our home is at the top of a fairly long curved driveway, which is pretty steep. The driveway is paved and curls around the back, for easy access to our shop.
I left my truck there right at the corner of the …