Poems – Was It Enough?

It’s an interesting time, being a kid. It’s a fun time; in many ways, an innocent one. Innocent of all the ‘real’ things that are to come. At that age, many of us are insulated from the responsibilities and mechanisms that will craft our later years, and we spend our time in a bubble composed only of what’s going on at the current moment.

Poems – A Piece About Fall.

There’s a certain quiet strength in fall. The changing of seasons can be an eye opener in so many ways. Nature is a tremendous teacher, and this time of year tends to teach us a lot about life; acceptance, resilience, fortitude, patience, and hope. It’s a message of hope and a belief that those tumbling leaves will grow again. We can learn a lot from that.

Poems – Waiting.

We spend so much time waiting for perfect.

The perfect time to start. The perfect opportunity. The perfect conditions.

In the end, all that waiting forces us to pass up on real progress. We miss out as time ticks by. 

We miss out on opportunities that exist in the here and now, the ones that we overlooked while we were standing by hoping and wishing. 

We can search in vain for all the right moments, but the right moment will find someone else who is brave enough to make it their own.

Library Lusting.

Something about this week’s space conjures warmth. Warm, calm feelings. Afternoon sunshine, coffee, tea, friends and family. It’s a simple space with small, thoughtful details, subtle accouterments, and large glass, allowing the nature to slip in seamlessly. There’s quiet here, and peace. And books. Let the daydreams commence.