Break free and live!

Today I realize I stand only at the edge of my life. Not quite living and not quite dead,

but merely observing it. I know it’s a good life but I fear surrendering completely to it.

 For real fear comes non in the living it or abandoning it but in the possibility of losing it.

Fairy tales do exist but only in the page or on the screen. Magical moments exist in the average lives

and if one fails to recognize them and treasure them then these precious moments may be lost forever.

Look for these moments daily and they will appear relatively easy and often.

 Daily even.

 Find the good in each day of your life.

With eyes wide open, see your life with your heart.

Live it with your spirit.

Experience it through all the senses of your soul.



Seeking is sometimes the best part of living.

I seek a lone place

to lay my burdens.

I dream of a quiet solitude

without worldly noise.

I hope for a peaceful existence

where interruptions are few.

I believe in a prayer closet

where it's just me and God.

I trust His calming quiet

to feel my heart.

I accept His sweet grace

to encompass my spirit.

I know His precious love

inhabits my soul.

Watercolor of view near our retirement property, Fernwood.

Living and Re-Living

The word is sacred and leads to holy living



The spirit is grateful and becomes a life of total giving.


The heart is true and finds a path of love.


The soul is filled with hope and strength from God above.


The mind is calm and knows its maker's voice.


The body is at rest and believes in holy choice.


The life is faithful and behaves at a steadfast pace.


The core is joyful and seeks God's face.


The presence is sacred and leads to godly living.


The vessel is pure and becomes reverent reliving.

Day 111 tears, living and addictions

The tears puddle

out of nowhere

do they fall from bliss or to bliss?

The release is imcomplete

though comforting.

The tears season

our tasteless lives and

we find a flavor like

no other.

The taste is fulfilling

yet lacking.

The tears trace

the cheek and spot

the shirt

finding a moment's saturated

pleasure.

They dry up quickly

and are forgotten till

the next emotional flood.

Like an addict

in withdrawal

I get shaky.

Nauseous.

I seek a hit.

A high.

It's nothing I can

buy at the pharmacy.

Nor the street corner.

The only fix is

within my creative soul.

Artfully.

A blob of cerulean.

A drop of sienna.

A shapeless wonder.

I seek and find

a moment's satisfaction.

Brief but enough.