I decided not to meditate this morning. Instead, I sat outside breathing the crisp, cool, autumn air and watched the dawn paint the sky with its cotton candy colors while the leftover silvery beams of the moon’s light began to dampen and fade to wisps becoming the shimmering dew on the grass, the sparkling diamond …
Cool fall evenings where it rains and I sit on my front porch with a steaming hot cup of coffee, watching the natural world be [itself]. 15 October 2019
Late night cups of coffee and lifted conversation are my aesthetic. 15 October 2019
I braid life into my hair – each length I add [is] potential, no telling how far I’ll grow.
Sparkly nails and coffee cups, a rumpled comforter, sunlight on my bare skin… Today feels like fuzzy socks and comfort food and not leaving my bed. I’m sorry, but I don’t think I’ll make it in today…
True wealth is the wealth of the soul
Poetry, story and real life. Once soldier, busnessman, grandfather and Poet.
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