I am not a poet, nor have I ever written a poem… This “piece,” as I choose to call it, came to me late one evening as I sat at my desk staring at my calendar, feeling overwhelmed by the “appointments” and the “to-do’s” scribbled all over the page. Only the four Wednesdays were absent […]
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“Was it random or was it destiny? And how would I know the difference? More and more it seemed like ‘it was meant to be’ was just another way of saying, ‘it’s what happened.’”
If there were a little more silence, if we all kept quiet… maybe, we could understand something. Frederico Fellini It’s easy to be a critic …problem-solving takes creativity. Unknown author
The snow lies 5 feet deep on the deck. The sky is gray; the leaves are still. No birds sing; no wind blows. No light shines, from within or without. Breath comes clear and deep. Mind wanders and returns to breath. Now. . . . . . .