the technological step

i am of the generation – some call us the baby boomers – who hand wrote university papers and when i took computer science 101 i learned in one whole semester how to have the computer write a sentence instructed to do so by the large stack of hole punched cards fed to it in a very specific sequence – along the way from then until now i would be involved in ‘computer catch-ups’ and buy the newest technology on the market and by the time i learned how to use what i bought it was outdated … in working on this website there is so much that is foreign to me – my resistance to learning the new things somewhat like taking out the garbage which takes 5 hours and 50 seconds – five hours resisting and fifty seconds to actually take it out … i am gradually getting my head around the newness that these tasks bring me – i now have my foot placed on the technological step and i am creating the momentum to have the rest of me join my foot and my intention at the new level … i thank you my friends for the inspiration to have the internet become my vehicle for bringing my work to you – i am loving the process and may joy be bestowed upon you as you navigate through this glimpse into my works

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the best is always yet to come

within this moment

  I express the gratitude I hold

          for all my family friends and lovers

          for all the joys and sorrows

          and for that middle flattening of nothingness     

                     that have brought me through the spirals of life

                                                     to stand within this moment

 open and ready for the newness that awaits

           lifting me to float

                     amongst the mundane tasks of everyday

                            with a rekindled inner sunshine

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the best always

in perfect reliability

My thinking is spiraled by choices

                  with transformative powers for my Life

I choose and Life changes in perfect reliability

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quote from: ‘Everything To Do With My Thinking’

attention to details

I create whole new worlds for myself

                   out of attention to details

                                   provided by my imagination

   the yes no no yes no to thoughts as they expand each design

                                      colourimg the spaces on my inner canvas

                                                         bringing completion to the entire work

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quote from: ‘Everything To Do With My Thinking’

a sweet moonlit kiss

we stroll hand-in-hand

                slowly meandering

               the walkways in the moonlight

        the shop windows calling to our desires

                         to view artifacts that connect us

                                in the emotional bond of remembering

                to seek articles

                        that in our reminiscing

                                lift ancient losses to the ethereal

                                        to be whisked away

                                                by a sweet moonlit kiss

        a kiss that restores us to the moment

                        where all else disappears

                leaving us in comfort and contentment

                                enveloped in an aura of Love

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the best is always yet to come

our aging parents

it is amazing how fast the perennials make themselves very known – and how some that i had forgotten having planted are showing up and  bursting with life before me … my 93 year old mother is emerging from a convalescing winter and she is so filled with the joy she has in visiting greenhouses and pushing herself in her wheelchair up and down all of the aisles being sure not to miss anything – she is so enlivened by conversations she has with other flower seekers imbibing in the fragrances and the colours that fill the soul – she has been out in the sunshine and wheeling herself about the yard watering what she can reach and deadheading the flowers in her baskets she has so strategically placed … the sunshine and the fresh air and the joy of her flowers has made such a difference in her well-being … it is a privilege that we baby-boomers get to experience in caring for our aging parents – we have the realization that even the smallest things we do for them or with them brightens their day and brings a smile to their being - i recommend taking the opportunity to touch base with the aged and in listening to their stories be conscious of and grateful for where we are  being linked to where they were …  the joy i bring to others fills also my soul – that place where we are all the same

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the best is always yet to come

this world of flowers

the last few months i have been with my mother who is 93 and still living in her own home – i have been spending these spring days in the restoration of the gardens – when i was here three springs ago i changed the vegetable garden into an inner court with a fountain and sitting area surrounded by perennial beds – i rounded up flowers from family and friends and had a wonderful time working in the earth and creating an atmosphere to feed my mother’s soul with this world of flowers she has always loved . . . the melting snow revealing the deadfall from flowers and fallen leaves and the clean up leaving me with the feeling of ‘where do i begin?’ – then one day on my hands and knees i began to clear away the dead remains and make room for the new – here and there a few green shoots were peeking through and from the flower skeletons i knew that there were flowers the summer before – within a  few days of the clearing more bits of green – this coming forth of spring from the previous planting of that which i wanted in the garden – a reminder of the appearing of my dreams that i have long ago conceived and their emerging in different stages of growth much as the perennials fill out and establish themselves in the garden and with love and caring fill my life with beautiful blossoms

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the best is always yet to come

matters of the heart

You spoke poetic words encircling our hearts

          and in that moment my heart stopped in recognition of

                             the shining space in which I stood

          a fleeting shimmer of the unfamiliar

                   the rapture lingering

                             enticing me further toward

                                      the luminescence 

                     that riant indication

                             that there are more things than that which meets the eye

          a brilliance sparked from within

                             a momentary enchantment

                    and

now the task of making sense

          with no past gleaned knowledge

                             of the portals’  locations to such regions of the heart

                   the entrance to these uncharted territories

                             discovered only through

                                      an impassioned quest

my ‘better judgment’ warning me of the intrinsic dangers

                             in such seeking involving matters of the heart

                   the heart must lie ‘open and ready’

          the only state through which

                   this internal light may shine forth

                             illuminating the way

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the best is yet to come

this ending and beginning

the week-end is a powerful time for me with saturday being the week’s end in which i celebrate and acknowledge gratitude for what has transpired 

and with sunday being the week’s beginning which is a holy day of preparation for what is to come . . . keeping this ending and beginning in my consciousness gives a rich fullness to the days i spend in between

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the best is always yet to come

steadfast rocks

Within this fortnight my world has shifted

          creating new openings

                   through which the sun is shining

          steadfast rocks on which to stand

                   lifting me up to new beginnings

                             where vistas not yet seen

                                      take my breath away

          these brilliant sections of this unfolding tapestry

                             imbued with the sweet colors of joy

                   this ancient weaving

                                      revealed by the increasing brightness

                                                of this internal light

                             held in readiness for this moment of seeing

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the best is always yet to come