Imagine daffodils

On a cold, gray, windy day,

I close my eyes, imagine peace, 

And dream of daffodils...

Looking back

Looking back over the hills and valleys 

Of the life we were given — or chose — to live,

What is it that stands out for you? 

The losses, or the gains? 

The dark clouds or the light? 

Are you more present here and now, 

Or caught up in the forests of the past?

Hearts leap

As the air begins to fill 

With the scent of blooms, 

Our hearts leap, that inner fire 

Ignited again by the promise of Spring...

Building bridges

We, the bridge-builders, 

Have a massive task before us. 

Now is the time to gather the tools we need, 

To begin the imperative effort 

To reach out to the other side: 

Our survival depends upon our success.

Deeply rooted

We never realize how complex 

And deeply rooted our assumptions are 

Until they are exposed...

A collaborative process

Whatever we set out to create 

May not be what emerges: 

Sometimes — if not always — as writers, 

 We must let our characters guide their story, 

And sometimes — if not always — 

 As artists, and as parents, 

We must set our intentions aside 

And allow our paintings — and our children — 

To follow the path they divine to fruition.

Don’t forget to fly

We who watch so carefully, 

Guarding our possessions, our domains, 

Our reputations; always on alert 

And quick to judge — 

When will we remember that we were born to fly, 

To soar above it all, aloft and free?