Archive for March 11, 2026


Peaceful Walk


I went for a walk in the woods with my best friend… I loved all the beautiful colors and textures… I adored the almost blue gray of these.. the brown rings almost seemed like brass in the sunlight.

The pinks and greens in this one were so beautiful they looked painted on… especially when compared to the deep, glorious browns of the bark and the pine needles carpeting the forest floor.

The sunlight through the tops of this grass was beautiful, sparkled like starlight…

This perspective really speaks to me… Sometimes I just cannot see the sky because all my focus is on the thorns…

This Question Mark butterfly made my day! As soon as I saw them, my heart lit up… they were beautiful and so whimsical and felt like a kiss from heaven.

Going under this overpass was actually creepy, but I did adore this perspective of the columns…

And finally… I loved seeing these little footprints in the mud… Loved seeing them disappear into the woods and wished I could follow them… There was a kind of whisper to them… an invitation… and I love that feeling.


You reach out to me

with claws…

those hooked talons

that once looked like home.

The fingers of my soul

still trace over and over

the road-map of scars

your “love” left

on my heart

…still flinching

at the ones

yet  unhealed…

straining at the stitches

of grace and

tentative hope…

trying not to 

reopen the wounds.


Deep in my soul hums

the song of night creatures…

How I had missed

their singing…

After so many years

of pain

of fear

I began to believe

this horrible

breath-holding silence

was all I would have…

their voices silenced

by a predator. 

I am not sure when

they began to sing again…

tentative notes of hope

springing forth…

now a near-constant

song of joy…

unafraid and alive

at last.

Symphony


There is a wistfulness

on the air

and the trees are dancing

to a symphony 

…unheard…

yet I feel the notes

thrum through my soul

and settle on my skin

like a lover’s touch

inviting me to dance…

to take his hand

and trust…

so now I dance…

one with clouds

with treetops

with birdsong

and falling stars.

I dance to the symphony

I now call

freedom.