Things about me
Trying to curb my shopaholic ways. So hard, but doable.
Love sweets but curbing that or finding healthier options
Rereading old favorites weekly.
Enjoying my daily walks. So good for my health in every way.
Always looking for new blogs. Miss the old days of blogging.
What is making you smile?
What is on your heart?
What is in your cart?
What are your weekend plans?
What are you reading?
My cute dogs
Too much
Protein bars and books
Rest. Body seems to demand it
A book about tennis courts. Oddly interesting
Your turn
There is
Nothing like
Feeling the
Wind sweep
Through
Every follicle
Riding along
Until you
Arrive at
A favorite
Coffee shop
Awaiting
The best smoothie
As you commence
The best spectator
Sports ever invented
Watching other patrons
Milling about
Enjoying reading a new book
Admiring new stationery
Love funny stickers
New pens are a favorite
Loving browsing new clothing arrivals
Nice surprise was snail mail from a blogging friend
Enjoy watching tennis from Madrid
To be loved
By you
Is a privilege
Even if
It means
I choose
Your ways
Again and again
The world disillusioned
By willful ignorance
Depraved indifference
Greed
That is humanity
Not You
And I need
To remind myself
Everyday
That you are good
Even when
We are not
We will always
Fall short
Of what
You expect
You know it
Even as
Your love
Transcends color
And creed
You love the poor
With as much fervor
As the rich man
For the poor one
Seems to appear
More receptive
To your plea
It is
So hard
To love
Thy neighbor
These days
And yet
You still demand it
Loyalty is given
To You
For in six days
You made
A place
Whose beauty
Brings me
To my knees
You want it all
My whole heart
Because you
Gave me yours
Willingly and
Without reservation
Basking in
Sweet surrender
Means skipping
In fields of
Clover and dandelions
Checking for weeds
Knowing those
Have a purpose too
What we detest
Is there
To teach
Our human hearts
How to love
And appreciate
What we
Can’t stand
It’s in the
Tall and unruly
Clumps of weeds
That I’m learning
To live
With what
I thought
Was long conquered
And in
The rear view mirror
The process
The progress
The setbacks
All are part
Of a plan
I’m yet not
Privy to
And maybe
That’s the mission
Trusting
Despite
Not knowing
The prognosis
Daydreaming
Of the seashore
Salty sprays
Cool sand
Coffee cups
And crisp
French bread
Are soothing
My soul
This Sunday
